On thy face is thy palm br In thy soul is a great calm br br In thoughts deep you are lost br Peep through always into the frost br br Have become eternal your this gaze br To looker on always amaze br br Thy sitting posture, changes not br And pretty gesture with love fraught br br By praising your smile poets and sages br Have become famous and earned wages br br No body knows what these rows br On thy forehead something shows br br Perhaps About man you are worried br In his thought are you buried? br br Your lips are bound but they sound br A foresight of, sweeping change around br br When love would be reside in all br No casualty and no death toll br br People will live in close relations br All around with peace, would be the nationsbr br akram saqibbr br