PARADISE
Paradise will not be a place with trees of golden boughs But with honey sweet fruit plants loaded with fragrant flowers It will not be a room decorated with platters of gold But a library with showcases full of books. of knowledge It is more than celestial virgins, stories of nymphs It is an abode with mossy beds by crystal streams Flowing music, lovers ' songs and a place of perfect peace
by MATLOOB BUKHARI
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