As I sit on my bed br Golden orange sheets, br Made of silk, my head br Tilted, combing my hair, br The wind pushes the br Wooden door of the balcony br Slightly ajar bringing br In the melancholy tunes br Which you sing for me, br The ivory comb drops br To the marble floor br My white veil touching br The floor, rush to the br Door pushing it apart br With my pink hands br And enter the balcony, br The peacock dances br In the lush lawns, br Roses bloom, Nightingale br Sings and there I see br You my handsome Prince br Standing with arms folded br Over your broad chest br Looking up at me with br A smile as I look down br From my balcony br br A sequel to the poem Balcony from poet Sadiqullah Khanbr br Reshma Rameshbr br