" Smelt her soul
Shy eyes rocked my cradle
Her roman nose like a Duchess
By then her face went away
Imaginations also stuck
Finally moon went away
And I brooded up to skies
Did his eyes met my face?
Yes they did,
With thud of love
Fell on the velour of roses. "
― Atif Khurshid Wani , The Shattered She