A Shower For A Pink Rose Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Shower For A Pink Rose
The crowd of passionate red lovers!
My eyes on a moderate pink flower,
Neither kissed me nor has it been kissed
But my eyes have an aesthetic shower.
A shower yet to be changed in smiles
A shower yet to be changed in tears
A shower yet to be changed in passion
A shower yet to be grown in years!
Shall the showers be changed in rains?
Wait and be wet in its soft mildness,
Difficult for me to kiss the pink rose,
How can I change love in the wildness?
But I have no control on my eyes,
Watch you from behind green leaves
Let the sun shine, let the clouds rain,
I shall love you but like the thieves.
Unlike red hot passionate roses,
With a flying kiss of her admiring wings,
Like the bird that watches from the skies.
Listen to the song of praise that a bird sings.
(With thanks to Marie shine for an inspiring post)
Admiration for a beautiful pink flower among red roses is like a bird that watches from skies and sing a song of praise- - - - A wonderful poetic expression with equally wonderful graphic to complement it.
Beauty is always on the eyes of the beholder. A wonderful and touching poem. So beautifully written. Liked the picture of the pink rose. It stands out amid beautiful red roses.
Unlike red hot passionate roses, With a flying kiss of her admiring wings, Like the bird that watches from the skies. Listen to the song of praise that a bird sings.........nice poetic expression in concluding stanza. Brilliant poem.
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I shall love you but like the thieves /// O no control here is a shining thief he is moonlit bliss pours upon it its graceful thief for the PINK Rose Red! No! he throws ......! /// lovely poem