The clouds were so dark and dense
The rain was falling furiously
There was no sound but the sound of clouds colliding
The sound of rapidly falling water drops
Then suddenly something happens
The noises of nature began to slow down
As if there is something to hear
The sound of pulleys
The sound of a swing
A damsel with an angelic face
Riding the swing as she unaware
Of the storm around
Suddenly the dark clouds pierced
With a ray of light from heavens
As someone want to take
A sneak peak
Of the beauty
The beauty who knows no boundaries
Nothing can bog her down
The beauty
Called
True Love
Intihae muhabbat ko hi ibtida bana daala
Talha H. Dawood
