Aroosa | Name Poem
Are you a goddess of beauty or a pretty girl?
Rosy lips, dimpled cheeks, dyed hair with curls.
Olive iris, bulging eyes, bewitched me in a glance,
Over the moon, my heart throbbing like a snake dance,
Stop! Hold your beauty! Let me close my eyes,
And let me finish my poem before breathing last sighs.
(SK Niazi)