A Beautiful Boy Hunter Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Beautiful Boy Hunter
Open and exposed to all the humans,
What of Jews and what of Christians,
What of Muslims and what of Brahmans,
Some real parts and a few may be illusions,
The beautiful boy hunter plays with the toys,
Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys.
The ancient lady who is deaf and dumb and blind,
Sometimes she is kind enough sometimes too unkind,
The motor in me she burns, again it's she to run and rewind,
I‘m helpless in love anything wrong from her I don't mind,
She is a relief and a source of pleasures and joys,
Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys.
Heard many things about her but only her praise I remember,
I kiss the fire in the burning months from April to September,
I kiss the ice in the freezing months from October to December,
In the springs she is inviting and exciting sexy is the boy hunter,
Let her annoy if in the summer and winter she so much annoys,
Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys.
A perceptive write on nature. It captures the power and wonders of Mother Nature and its relationship to humanity. Yes, sometimes Mother Nature is very kind and sometimes she shows its wrath. It is our duty as a recipient of her kindness to take care and preserve for the coming generations. A great poem well crafted.
2.you are a fave of hers I must say come and let me in yours or her queue stay Dear, I confess how I wish I was also one of her toys she may not really get annoyed am I not one of her kept boys.? Dear, I confess I too am one of her kept boys. MODIFIED with hopefully your permission Sir LOVELY HUNTRESS SHE You may like to post it combinedly
MODIFIED HOPE YOU MAY LIKE 1.The beautiful boy hunter plays with the toys Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys. The motor in me she burns, again it's she to run and rewind, I‘m helpless in love anything wrong from her I don't mind, Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys. How much I now wish I too was one of her toys just a smaller now frozen a smaller boy
The beautiful boy hunter plays with the toys, Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys. The motor in me she burns, again it's she to run and rewind, I‘m helpless in love anything wrong from her I don't mind, Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys. How much I now wish I too was one of her toys just a smaller now frozen smaller boy ur a fave of hers I must say come and let me in you or her queue stay Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys.
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Some real parts and a few may be illusions, // yeah exactly ....... Let her annoy if in the summer and winter she so much annoys, Dear, I confess I am one of her kept boys. // beautiful writings