I am wandering like a tramp

Days of my life been scattered

O my love, if you think of me a little!

‘Tis my blessing, I am happy

Thy eyes I never forget

Yet, can forget my self

I feel something great

Whenever I see your sight

O my Sassuie, your my breathe!

If yet thee believe, I’m your slave

When in unconscious you sigh

I’d feel as if my breath gone high

Thy eyes compared to Koh-i-noor

And thy look like Juliet of Shakespeare.

                                                                                                  ~Saleem Raza Jakhar 

                                                                                                   Sindh Pakistan