No specks of cloud roam
The sky is blue and clear
From heart, the cuckoo sings
I’m in love, oh dear!
Birds make circles in the sky
Flitting about, butterflies cheer
Pansies scent the pathways
Oh, I wish you were near.
Simple and pure, the joy
Playful, the duckling with peers
Flowing, flowing is the river
Oh please, no more tears.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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