Dearest Uncle

I knew of one khusi (joy) some years back When I was always waiting for some words to crack She may come like fragrance Leave behind some unforgettable charm and mesmerism She took nothing with her Only some unforgettable smile to wonder It was only treasure left behind I searched the whole world to find She disappeared like powerful wind Came with destruction and nothing was left behind Except her love, affection and sweet feelings That was only with me as sacred belonging I heard a word dearest uncle That made me impulsive to feel She was alive and much to comforts Her ship had anchored to port What a way to feel happiness? For a person not known or seen with face Let there be no communication in reality Her presence is felt very clear with nobility Wherever you are and under whatever name I pray almighty that finally you remembered and came It is great Allah and his blessings that I feel real happiness I had left no stone unturned to find her or trace