she is the angel of merriment,
who spreads enduring blest.
she is the love of constant,
who's care is eternal and best.
she looks the humanity
through the window bar,
and looks the mirror
to have a curtsey.
she longs for a turning,
of her cant into can
but she never forgets to bring,
smile on the face of her jaan
she struggle for changing,
her dreams into plans
amidst of arranging,
all plates and pans.
she cried aloud!
inside her heart,
to get back the proud
of being fair and smart.
she fights and scuffle
to unfurl her love,
cherish the house with her babble
and flies into trance like a dove.
-Ayisha Rashid
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