My spirit soars up to the sky,

As I was on the lush green carpet lie.

Ecstasy envelopes my always

…melancholy heart,

As, sudden wind-blown ripples,

In the pond start.

As the winter suns, warm rays,

Caress my being I do sway

Frolicking and frisking, from here to there,

Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear.

May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden,

Make my thoughts soar up to the Seventh Heaven

ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE

ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE is a versatile and mature writer. Her late father Ahmed Jivanjee was a famous journalist of Karachi. She exclusively writes Poems and Stories for Mix Plate Magazine. She can be reached at [email protected]

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