If You Don't Count Me Poem by Akhtar Jawad
If You Don't Count Me
How can you forget that moon lit night,
Earth was milky and stars were bright,
Winds were pleasant and weather inviting,
Inverted blue ocean was further exciting,
Flowers were dancing on the music unseen,
Bare footed on a carpet wet and green.
It was the grass that kissed your feet,
It was only moon with a twinkling fleet,
That watched you and your virgin walks,
Warm in your breaths and sleepy talks.
You were not at all in anyone's arms,
Wren't with one in the lonely farms,
Lips yet a bud never kissed someone,
With tearful eyes never missed anyone,
Breaths of bosoms don't mount me,
You are truthful you don't count me!
very very Passion and and tender deeply felt from the heart. Thank you
I don't have a romantic bone in my body, but you make up for that and more
Moon lit night should not be forgotten. Pleasant wind gives new thrill with such marvelous imagery in this ideological poem. Very finely drafted this poem is definitely beautiful..10
Beautiful description of a moon lit night when tender feelings of passion overwhelm the heart! You have created a wonderful romantic setting! A lovely poem.... A 10
This poem has a great romantic feel that touches the depths of heart.
a lovely poem that will melt the hardest heart thanks Akhtat-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Passion and and tender deeply felt from the heart. Thank you