Then smile me, little angel
My thousand worries drowned
Then cheek me, a finger's bite,
My daughter, your morn's gift.
Then sway the cradle's rope
My ship's anchors in floating clime,
Then tie the pink petticoat
My gown's atorn air's blown.
Then kiss the tired mama's face,
My hands in gem's search scratch.
Then someone may never tell
My lips, your smile may so wear.
-On Ganish Settlements, Hunza.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
October 30,2014.
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