If you reach home by the evening <br />And if you find some dried pieces of bread <br />Soaked in olive oil <br />And the fuming coffee that melts the ice <br />Off your heart <br />And if the little one takes you <br />In the fresh morning of the other day <br />To show you how jasmine smiles in that freshness <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />2/3/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-jasmine-smiles/
