Winds Of Teen Age Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Born as a pink bud, soft petals in a green blanket,
Someone started adding blue color in me,
Removing my extra pinkness I became a violet,
I removed the blanket slowly and my image I see,

In a side by lake a flower titillated by the naughty blows
Or its water excited and kissing my virtual image,
Smiling I see myself dancing, through the windows,
These are the winds that blow in a lovely teen age!

I have started waiting for a colorful and flying butterfly,
When it will fly, land on my heart, and kiss my nerves,
I shall smile and sing a love song, though a little shy,
O water, wait a little more for exposure of my curves!