Margalla Hills

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A cool breeze blows through my head
as I sit down and watch this silent rain in Islamabad
hoping someone else to feel the same
recalling the most beautiful moments
when we used to take a walk in the snow
do you still recall the things we did in our love
the golden moments when we wanted life to stop by
sitting by the fire, I miss your affectionate love
the stories, the songs we sang along
when we bathed in water of love
when we ran on Margalla hills
when we used to sit under the shadow of night stars
dreaming and sleeping along to be awoken by the golden sun-rays

Talking to the morning birds and chasing the clouds
so many memories that bring a smile, so much to cherish
the scent of the flowers we loved
everything feels as if it is as it was before
the roads, the sky, the sun
nothing ever gets old if it gives you same feelings, same excitement
it’s the treasure of your and mine life
something that remains alive, something that remains fresh
this love is ageless and timeless!
the proses, the raindrops
make me leave everything and run to Margalla hills
where we bathed in water of love
where we did our own thing
when we used to sit under the shadow of night stars
dreaming and sleeping along to be awoken by the golden sun-rays

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2004)
Islamabad, Pakistan
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