by Athar Mudasir
It was an evening I went across the magnificent Dal lake with my affection.
The vast calm water and a glimpse of nature were adorable.
I always wanted to sail through it on Shikara. And when I sailed it around as I was flying in clouds
I looked in the water the grass was dancing as where in fair.
The chinar between the lake moved me as I found. I returned with the dry leaf of chinar as a gift and everlasting fable.
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