saba mughal (22 august / karachi)
My Magician Musician
You were sitting in front of me
I was looking at your face
and you were looking at me with a lovely smile
with a smile, I requested you
Will you play violin for me?
I want to hear your romantic tune
you smiled and took the violin in your hands
Then you started playing it
I closed my eyes to listen to it
I heard sweet music and drowned in it
I felt that I was in a beautiful valley
and we were prince and princes of that valley
your sweet music echoed all around
I felt lovely white flowers blossoming around me
Then I opened my eyes
you asked me
did you like it?
I came close to you
then I sat in your lap
I kept my hands on your eyes
I kissed your forehead
then I whispered in your ears
you are my musician…..
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