Written by Zainab Gul
In a room,
Painted white
And cream.
Furnished are some
Window panes,
With crimson hue.
The breeze so strong,
Leaving the windows clattered
The sun shone bright,
Against the glass window.
The sky appears to be
Clear and light,
With fluffy clouds,
Swirling left to right.
The house opening,
Up to paddy fields,
Shades of moss and
Olive green.
Waiting for summer,
Are the mango trees,
All ready to bloom
Dreaming of when it’s ripe,
Similar to buttercup
And pineapple delight.
On a table of four,
The dish is served,
As mango crush ,
Smeared with meringue,
And a tiny umbrella,
tucked on top.
All buckled up,
Holding spoons and forks,
How tempting it looks,
As it’s love at first sight.
