Most misty, yet beautiful is the life

With you, O dear Pamela

If life give us chance to become we

Beyond the senses, O’ my darling, I pray thee

Traveling on the same tract, we are so close

Yet, so for away thy soul, hath I can’t feel thy fragrance

Might is right, then why not my love

I love thee, more then my breathe

Still more, I tell you, I prayth

Come my love, so that, I take a little rest

My soul wandering as a lonely spirit

The journey of our love passed in secede

For god sake come! Come again

Imortal me with thy careses

O’ Pamela my love be mine

So that feel you in my every breathe

And lay on your breast to forget

All the rigidities of my life

Yet accept my proposal, ye I want

And be my loving wife, unto the last

Oh! For once if you believe me

I’ll be your slave, O’ my sweetheart.

                                                              ~ Saleem Raza Jakhar

                                                                 Sindh, Pakistan