White Flowers Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Let me come so much close to you
To watch whiteness of reflected colors
You don't keep any color for you
So you're capable of spreading odors.

Dear wind! Be slow and let me inhale
Fragrance of these white delicate flowers
Dear clouds! No, not at the moment
Keep control on your untimely showers.

White flowers! I listen to your song
I feel it but I do not understand
Go on singing the lyric of nature,
I shall live and die in your land,

I know what's hidden in your pouch
You don't speak through the colors
Your song is in the language of touch
On the air are your singing odors,

Being touched, I know what you sing
What else it may be it's a song of love
Not only me, so close to white flowers
Colorful butterflies and birds like dove

Everyone's in love see the dance of clouds
Winds have joined you listen to the melody
Clouds out of control to wash the dust
For sickness of hate white flower's remedy!

I am no more sick of hate have been washed
Let me throw all the dirt and go to beloved
My sweet beloved waiting for me at home
I hope this time I'll be kissed and loved.