Firdousia!

The Garden-croft of Paradise As the tender name suggests There buried deep are many dreams That once would adorn many eyes Some dear ones here have made their beds Their beings lie there in eternal rest With well-kept gardens, lush-green grass Where none can pluck the fine flowers The pavements made of nice bricks Nature’s beauty is scattered around Blue sky canvas, rain-filled clouds Incense fragrance everywhere is felt Soothing scenes are always seen Of earthly beds strewn with buds Marigold, roses, seasonal blossoms. A square structure built in center Prayer-mats laid for sacred prayers Its walls are made of marble tiles The floors are done in same style Special place for pure and brave Here lie martyrs in their graves It has a mosque and swings for kids A spacious cage for feeding the birds Two graves there have my joys keep In which my parents peacefully sleep All those who are lying there May God rest their souls in peace! (amen)