Akhtar Jawad Flower Poems

After a fine mild rain,
I walked on the pavements,
Of a garden of flowers,
Aftershocks of showers,
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Dew drops are symbol of purity,
Tears of joy from infinity,
An acknowledgement of divinity,
Tears of joy or a charity,
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You locked small ventilators,
You locked all the glass windows
and you locked even the thick wooden doors.
Neither will you let anybody in
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Like hot gases orbiting round a burning star
Conjugal life starts like that of mother earth
Extracting life from their father's sunlight
Cooling and reshaping in a planet of worth
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Hate has a reason
But it's a season,
And season is changed,
I am not annoyed of the heat stokes,
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Beauty is an artistic arrangement of the creator,
that appeals,
asks for appreciation,
touches,
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Curfew was imposed in many parts of it
The city was shaking with the naked violence
Ugly satanic politicians with their all ill intentions
Had sent their activists to spread disturbance!
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Getup old flower, having seen your apex,
I love the manner you enjoyed a climax,
The way you invited the cute butterflies,
The way you excited the sweet honey flies,
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I looked at the hair clip
in my sweet heart's silky hairs
fighting with winds
that like the shining hairs
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Oh cute! Deaf and dumb! Why are you mute?
Where is your music? Don’t have a flute?
Any other instrument, will you please play?
From beauty like you, don’t like a nay.
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Some we see only in the springs,
Attractive colors, a pleasant surprise,
Late autumn, no flowers are seen,
But a lovely friend in flower's disguise!
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Tomorrow the sun may be more hostile,
Tonight the moon shows its last phase,
Stars will close this flower's profile,
Time had sprung it and time will erase,
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The world is one on the truth,
all flowers are beautiful,
whatever the color of their petals may be.
I don't choose flowers for their colors,
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And what we are,
aren't we the delicacy of flowers in our lips,
with the exciting colors
bringing your face so close to that of mine,
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Essence for the elites,
Colors general delights.
But the flower blooms,
For ecstasy of nectar,
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The trunk of the tree may be wrinkled ugly with scars
The lonely bench on that I used to sit with someone,
Humans are affected by their hates and busy in wars,
The bench is waiting to give room for love to anyone.
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Neither a moon can kiss the moon flower,
Nor a moon flower can kiss the moon,
But love is blind yet it's a magic,
The moonlight loved the moon flower
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I wonder who is behind the mirror,
is it me?
No, I can't believe.
Look, I have a sword in my right hand,
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