A Plea! Engr Dr Naila Hina

The night was windy 

and the wind was still

On this beautiful night 

When it was twelve o'clock

He was there in his village 

In the swing, in front of his 

House, he was lying down

He had a cigar in his hand

His eyes were searching 

For something in the sky

He was smoking cigars

One after the another

Suddenly in the sky rose the 

Moon of the fourteenth 

He sniffed the cigar smoke

Looked at the moon carefully

He saw a face on the moon

That was my face 

In the lonely, quiet, romantic

Night of the village

My face in the moon

Wandering in the valleys of sleep

There was a smile on my face 

Then he could not sleep

It's five o'clock in the morning

Now. And the moon went down

The moon that was

The mirror of my face

He asked from God 

For this moon again 

Asked for a mirror

To see me again!