Taking promenade, i met a lady... <br />Having sleak blonde hairs............. <br /> <br />Asked me what do you do here? <br />With peculair smile i replied...... <br /> <br />With short height, bulky figure <br />What can i do here.................. <br /> <br />Adjusting her glasses............ <br />She promptly said................. <br /> <br />As if she remembered something <br />She called out to me................. <br /> <br /> <br />Whose daugter are you............. <br />I guess you are daughter of Ilyas a person well_known <br /> <br />Younger two daughter of him seem like groom <br />Having beauty beyond the someone predict on <br /> <br /> <br />But <br /> <br />Eldest daugther of whom.. <br />Being proved bad omen for their home.. <br />Outward Appearance of her's filling their life with thornes.. <br />Hath personality as clumsy loam................................... <br /> <br />Hearing this, i lowered my eyes <br />Rubbed my palms, <br />Tears came on.. <br /> <br />Till then to still.... <br /> <br />With such wistfull desire my life is going on.. <br /> <br />'I WOULD THAT I WERE NOT DAUGHTER OF YOUR HOME' <br /> <br />Farah Ilyas<br /><br />Farah Ilyas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-that-i-were-not-daughter-of-your-home/
