Her name! {For children}

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                        Her name!                                                                                  {For children}

 

My eyes light on the beauty! As it unfurls,

Her eyes beaming and silken her kiss curls,

Prettier than the Hoori, ah hither she came,

Another puzzlement! O what be her name?

 

Her complexion lucent, and her malar flush!

Verily so vibrant, as if it wore the rosy blush,

O sure! Her little pinkish lips shalt outshine

Rose petals, playing smiles pure and divine.

 

Aye her teeth were so akin to pearls white,

Those stringed gems, ah in their order tight,

Purely bewitching, as her lips wouldst gape,

Tantalizing smiles, she would readily shape.

 

Her fair and little ears, with elfin earrings on,

On the butterfly hairpins, angel would fawn,

Across rosy cheeks, glide silken stands a few!

With her rosy cheeks, dallies the pinkish hue!

 

A golden necklace, adorns her slender neck,

Her alabaster glamour; shall assuredly wreck

A beholder’s acumens, ah dazed and aghast!

A fairy she is! Yonder in heavens ‘twert cast!

 

 

 

Rich in frills and fringes, she trundles her frock,

Her arms encircling about, on my breast rock!

The prettiest creature, she will stun the sane,

A beguiling beauty! I will win, the others feign.

 

When people steal a look, at her chaste face,

She’s untouched with time, not even a trace,

She’ll beguile my time, ah many an idle while,

Entraps the sanest, tricked into guile and wile.

 

Bewilderment, ah the crux swelling ever more,

Knowing naught where, she was hidden afore,

I sing the song which came from the land afar,

And then I’ll pipe it loudly; to the evening star!

 

Aye gathering the strength of my tender whim,

As I perceive the halo, her little rosy face to rim,

My hasty eyes on her flushed face, as ever fixed,

She gaped her tender lips, a whisper was hissed.

 

I braced my pounding heart, slowly I drew near,

My Lord! What a lovely name prattled, as I hear,

She was a bit ticklish and unveiled the final page,

“My name is dolly.” She breathed out like a sage.

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, December 7, 2025

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