Sunset Stroll Poem by AFFAQ NABI

In the early light of the morning's glory,
The life's rhythm was fast and bright,
The kissing waves danced with joyful grace,
Giving proof of their enduring might.
A rain Quail's sweet ghazal filled the soft air,
An old grove Eagle led his team to entertain.
As I wandered through like an old couch,
He trained his darling with a hundred rounds.
My harp's mystic music filled the happy air,
As I found comfort in a Morus alba shade.
A young Plowman, in his prime, worked
The earth in perfect time, then like a vernal
Butterfly in flight, a fair Maiden came
Into sight, tray-laden, her silken scarf unfurled,
Her loyalty and pretty presence lit up the world.
The plowman's voice rang out straight and clear,
'Cheri cheri, hold my lunch, my sweet dear.
In the shady mulberry, let me toil more,
While you share a sea island tale's royal coil.'
With a nod and a happy smile, she agreed,
As he set off to fulfill his need.
She sat
Quietly, like a mirroring Moon,
watching
Her fields every afternoon, as the
fatigued
Sun dipped low, painting skies with hues
So grand, they walked hand in hand,
Towards their beloved hermitage—-