A Cypress Tree Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Cypress Tree
Green and tall kissing the roof, and so much glad,
What you're doing silently yards below the ground,
Wild blows of air and the clouds have gone mad,
No showers, no flash of light, and no thunder of sound,
The rains haven't yet come, I see your cuts and curls
Through my windows your branches look like dancing girls.
I know dear, when I was a youth, how I loved,
How I kissed her and what happened beneath blankets,
The exciting cool wind blows and a hot beloved,
Assonance for a song of love and the two clarinets,
A pink rose bud and the rainbows of a butterfly,
May be for the kiss, but for the hidden, I am not shy!
Cypress! Shake down the foundations of the boundary wall,
Want to know how deep you are, know how much you are tall.
Another lovely and fascinating poem from the pen of the King Of Romance. Highly imaginative and very creative. A pleasure to read. Beautifully written.
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