He had been searching for a summer morning

That had the shelter of her smile

Living in the dunes of time untraceable


His eyes stuck in the captivity of her vivid dreams

That would give him the freedom he desired

To touch her soul with his naked hands


He needed her seamless magic in all his lonely days

That lit up a fire in his eyes

Which heated the glacial treks of his hidden hallway

-Muzaffar Ahmed