He is fragrant matar chawal, laced with the scent of home
He is strong, warm, and amber; with a side of emerald
He is a warm brown shade fleetingly glimpsed,
He is a green, verdant field studded with strawberries
He is a cosy four bedroom house, with a dazzling view
Full of the generosity of a pup, the openhearted alpha wolf
Is an elegant silken suit; meant for great works.
He is a falcon swooping down, capturing his prey;
His arms ever open.
He is a warm hearth, welcoming all with open doors.
He is a temple (masjid), full of blessings and cheer;
With a just a dash of desperate hope.
His gaze seeks, striking hard, the arrow piercing.
He is a shield, guarding and protecting
He is laughter that bursts out in irrepressible gaiety.
He is sorrow, smoothed softly away with a kiss.
Most greatly; he is sunshine – impossible to miss.Daima Hussain