Achievement Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

It was his habit to say,
“I had only thought of you,
And loved you since centuries,
Then became successful
In getting you,
No one is more beautiful than you my love,
If the moon has a glimpse of you,
No doubt he will become jealous,
You are brightness of the red rose,
Fragrance has an urge to touch you,
Each moment is in ecstatic sway,
The sun steals luminosity from you,
The touch of your lips makes the word a matter,
You may turn instantly the victory into a defeat,
I shall never uncatch you,
No rivals will have the right to get your favours,
Whenever you detach, I shall die at the spot.”
But it was all that he used to say,
And he is not saying at present,
Who knows there exists a century
Between “was” and “is”.