Zaffar an blend of sins coded in cachet enshrine in sin how dare Batool,
Virtuous attain by day and night prayers, sinner who seek love are fool;
Ought build three factories ice in brain, sugar in tongue and love in heart,
Called composedness, precursor of love without which lust reign smart;
Had paragon of virtues anchored on moon amidst heaven, sight a moon,
Shed rainbow of tears from pang eyes, heart and brain at verge die soon
Nexus if still if waves of river could hum in one’s ear share pangs choice;
Akin to a flower that die from angry rain, one gets hurt without rejoice;
Love not subservient to colour lines, but, befalls on the first zoom sight,
One feels like spreading wings to fly with special one to a safe sanctuary,
Innumerable ideas never gets pragmatic, one may right poem’s century;
Man proposes, God disposes, only fated souls meet, unilateral love slide,
One’s zoom assignments inattentive in glamour the love chance gets glide;
Truth originates Batool! It was you encircled by stars and moon be virtue,
I kept on treat you an idol moving around but you proved temple statue;
The way you beacon chandler’s divine lights coercing my eye blur sight,
No longer infuriated as am in receipt of stronger by your ignition right;
You can melt a mountain and calm the stormy sea in luminous synergy,
There is no doubt about it that I love you what may come by love energy;
Who denies, your love can free your soul to merge with my soul as fated,
Just an iota of love supersedes twilights of stars and glow of moon rated;
Fire of your love is adequate to unmasks day light by clouds light below,
If I stand on moon hauling all treasure where we jointly have star glow;
Where is miracle that lift my love’s propose to Batool in the wildered sky,
The love that answer mother’s cry, in my case gloomily failed to have fly.
