A Rural Punjabi Virgin In The Springs Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When winds become naughty and exciting
Yellow flowers of mustard are inviting.
Our senses feel some lovely new things
Man is indebted of the pleasant springs
When her silky hairs get a new shine and glace
A rural Punjabi virgin is a model of grace.
Her eyes her cheeks her lips and her arms
Don't see a part where there aren't any charms
Singing dancing and running in yellow green fields
Innocent, naughty, unaware of her body's yields
In a red dress, made meaningless by the winds
Hundred times more attractive than Spanish Hinds
Forcing my sight to slip down from the hills
Making me a bottle with the amorous fills
You make me drunk ecstatic and burning
When you turn your back I love your turning
Wish I could touch the slopes of your back
That leads to your heart I could search that track
Laughing and looking at the flying colors in the sky
Dreaming the day on the swing of love you'll fly
Like a kite you'll play with the winds of springs
Fall smiling in the ground of arms with the cut strings
Love to see turmeric mustard paste on your pink palms
Soon, very soon, before the rains kiss your virgin charms.

(In this area aromatic turmeric mustard paste is applied on the face, hands and legs of a bride before she is married. It's called Haldi in the Hindus and MayooN in the Muslims)