Freedom is: Love! Naila Hina

How can you unite the world

When you can not understand

Love and its language! I'm in

The forest of satyrs and dryad

Fauns and Pen, love-vile inland

Butterflies sing and dance and

Stories of Paristan o Koh Qaaf

 I weave you, am your Shahrzad

I combined pearls of wisdom in

The long chain poetically versed

Every night I share new sonnets

Every morning fresh shiny ballad

Thus I push the death away from

Our lives, clad in gold diamond

Those who taunt me are eager to

Be with you and those, who had

Been so glad when in our innocence

We say things, whose doors I closed

Our former and future admirers

Ascendants of the rising sun and

When a calamity befalls on anyone

All run away to the swamps end!

I may not be an inspiration for all

Though my intentions were good

Love is like a Scylla which swallows

Every ship of hate that surrounded