A Defeat In Love Is Better Than A Win Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Dreaming something more beautiful than beauty,
with the dawn when a butterfly started his journey of love,
the bud of rose drunk in the wine of sleepiness,
reluctant to get up and to welcome the flying rainbow,
the wind titillating the buds and singing in whispers,
your teen age is over.
get yourself prepared for a date,
someone is coming with attractive colors.
But besides colors you have fragrance,
It's your day,
it's your date,
it's your game.
And I am sure you will win this game of love.
The bud left her bed and took a shower of dew.
In a pink skirt when the rose bud saw butterfly,
she became once again ecstatic.
The colors started it with the flying kisses,
and finished it with hot kissing of petals,
again and again.
The bud surrendered to the butterfly
and when the wind interrogated her,
with a sigh she exclaimed
and said
his colors have wings
my colors do not fly,
my fragrance spreads
but remains unseen,
how could I have won
this game of love!
The wind smiled and said,
"Never mind
a defeat in love is better than a win,
as it will make you the ruling queen."