(17) A Tribute Poem by Lubna S. Khan

So serene is the lady sitting there,
Right in front of me,
Her eyes are so very grey
And her face is trouble free!

Her eyes are staring mine,
Like a painter's with his brush;
Every emotion is told by them,
God! They speak so much!

Those lovely, wandering eyes
Are perhaps searching something
Amidst the darkness around her,
Oh, that face is so soothing!

Her eyes have conquered my heart;
Though she needs a stick, her daughter.
Seems like black is not so bad!
The lady has taught me better!

Written on the 21st of June,2007.
By Lubna S. Khan.