Shiny big eyes and
Dreams they keep,
Nourish a little spot
Upon her lip.
Fairies become blind
When she’s in red,
Everything for her
Has beautifully made!
Some pearls glow
When she smiles,
Blessings seem to be
Kept in piles.
Rain comes down by
Black long hair-
Nothing she leaves
Before proper care.
Deep inside her
There lives a mother,
She’s very exceptional
From the people other.
She doesn’t care for
What’ll happen next.
She can’t be explained
Just by simple text.
Makes some little jokes
However she talks,
Rays bow down to her,
Whenever she walks.
She’s so amicable
She has the right,
Whenever we need-
She shows the light.
She’s the end where
Love becomes mature.
None but she is our
Nur-E-Rafia Mansur.