Akhtar Jawad Flowers Poems

Alas! it's me who fell down in love!
But one who got a crown in love,
Almost alike both are pretty flowers,
Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers,
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Every day I see the golden rays
titillating the partly open dreaming eyes.
The virgins open a little,
show a glimpse of their colors,
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In the auburn hairs of the earth I see,
Divinity of fragrance that says it's Me,
Diversity of beauty in Halloween of rainbows,
Feminity, Eve brought from the high meadows.
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Grandchildren gathered around the old man,
It's seventieth birthday and he looks some tired,
See they are singing a sweet lovely song,
He is happy to be loved and so much admired,
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Flowers still blossom,
Bring beauty in the bosom,
Eyes are shocking,
The hearts they are knocking,
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We love in many different ways,
We love openly in the bright sun rays,
Unlike you don't love in the moon lit nights,
In the night we enjoy the human sights,
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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.
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Pretty was the first tremor of romance
In the wild wind my drunken dance,
Dreaming with stars in the maiden moonlight,
Attracting the lovers in the sexy sunlight,
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