"Singing to the Flowers"

The sun was shining
and I was softly singing
on a beautiful Spring day
in my childhood home
the lovely city of Quetta
her majestic mountains
were now my mountains
my home away from home
singing songs of love
shyly, softly singing
singing to the flowers
songs for my soulmate
the girl of my dreams
I was so very happy
singing to the flowers
dreaming of my princess
a rose from Kabul city
alas she is only a dream
and that is such a pity
but yet I keep on singing
on this beautiful spring day
dreaming of my Kabul rose
shyly, softly singing
singing to the flowers

* Inspired by a sweet story an Afghan friend told me of his younger days in Quetta. He's still singing to the flowers and dreaming so I dedicate this to him and pray he finds his rose soon :)