Saqib Hussain, author of Contemplate and Sweet Bird


Afsheen's Mother

My sweet, dear little Afsheen, since you departed from me
Everything is quiet now, and so lonely is my knee
On which you would sit and play, free of any cares and stress
I would comb your hair gently, and so lovingly caress

When I watched my princess play, in her palace, on her throne
Your innocent face looking, at loved ones who were your own
Devoted father, and me, your mother who loves you so
You seemed to me very wise, as if you already know

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