Comments about Yasmeen Khan
Daintily swaying on cool waters
Of a deep lake cool and broader,
Through veils of morning rises to the surface,
Dusk falls but it never submerges.
Bluish hues, a reflection of the sky,
Smiles the lily, soothing the heart and eyes,
Edges blue, smoothly changing to the heart
Sacred tints, loved by deities of times apart!