Pink Scroll Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The messages you sent to me,
I can only imagine I cannot see,
Alas! There is no recycled bin in my heart,
Otherwise I would have restored your art!
Though you never wrote that you love me,
Still it was hidden in it and I could see,
Alas! there is no software for the hidden art,
Otherwise I would have changed your heart!
In a talking and singing a dancing doll,
With in hands a perfumed pink scroll!
(A romantic poem after a long time)