That night, I saw her in full glory,

Under the lithe and merry sky,

With stars and moon her cohorts,

Gleaming and blathering in gaiety,

Her long curls swaying in breeze,

Wreathed with the fragrance of nocturnal blooms,

Her dusky eyes welling up the mother’s gentle love,

Buried long ago under the dark and silent grass,

And her composed countenance but signaled,

An era of peace and promise ahead.

……….Dr. Fathema Begum