SALAM
I kiss the Sun, at every Morning
To kiss the cheeks of my Queen
I kiss the Moon, at early evening
To greet the poetess, whenever she seen
Sharing birds, wearing wings
To visit the windows of her dream
Full of the happiness, singing songs
To please the fairy, saying “Salam”
I love to call her my best heartening
For her graciousness, for her diaphanous
in every morning, in every evening
she lives in my heart always.
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