My Pakistani beauty, a masterpiece so fine,
A work of art, crafted with love and divine design.
Every aspect of you, a wonder to behold,
Even the way you eat, a joy to behold.
Your hands, so graceful, holding a bite with care,
Your lips, so luscious, savoring each flavor with flair.
Your eyes, so radiant, shining bright with delight,
As you indulge in the feast, a true culinary sight.
Oh, how I long to be the food on your plate,
To feel your tender bites, your tongue’s soft estate.
To be the naan, crispy and golden, broken by your hand,
To be the biryani, flavorful and fragrant, savored by your taste buds’ command.
To be the kebab, juicy and tender, grilled to perfection,
To be the kulfi, creamy and sweet, a cold and sweet obsession.
To be the food that brings you joy, that satisfies your soul,
To be the one that makes you happy, that makes your heart whole.
My Pakistani beauty, a work of art, a masterpiece so rare,
Even the way you eat, is a beauty beyond compare.
So let me be the food, that brings you delight,
And let me feel your lovely bites, through day and night.
