Fine Arts Of A Rose Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The pink rose flower charming always,
Exciting always and warming always,
Why her color is brighter today,
Why her aroma is nicer today,
Swinging everyday but dancing today,
Aggressive and boldly romancing today,
Where have been in preceding night?
On your pink face I see moonlight!
Nectar that’s shining as the glory,
May I read your love story?

My aroma appetizing my color exciting,
I feel myself more inviting,
At arm’s length like a gentleman,
Kiss me from the eyes if you can,
Touch me not I’m soft and fragile,
Can watch my petals and the style,
And much more hidden in me,
Yes, as a poet you can see,
Can you peep in a flower’s heart?
See My God’s charming fine art!