your bosom covered,In off white, cream, pure cotton,Tasbeeh in hand, Praying away the devil,An immaculately clean room,Everything in its position,Lillies grew around the house,Alongside the array of flowers and vegetables you grew,An exquisite fragrance, how much pride you took,You would kiss me on my forehead,Call me Ameera Rani,How joyous you would be to see me,Immediately […]