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Pines Cottage in Nathiagali,

Cappucino by a warm fire,

The treasures lie, undisturbed,

As the embers relight a dream.



How can a hoor* be defined -

Can a note* be confined to time -

Can beauty be aught but eternal,

Or reflected but as truth, divine?



The more I see man, the more I miss,

Eden's purity. spiritual bliss,

Ingrained forever, everywhere,

A rapturous song, a heavenly kiss.



She came like a gentle hush,

Tiptoeing like flakes unseen,

Making all else forgettable,

Giving a new meaning to a scene.



Often do I wonder who she was,

And try to create the theme,

Uncanny she was and remains,

An aura I can't encompass.