A Shy Smile Poem by Akhtar Jawad

While good soul was busy in creating a charm though dirty,
The bad soul was not sitting idle, was busy in his own duty,
Bad soul filled in the vacuum of the vacant dormant beauty,
Thanks to the good soul but I feel smell of a scent and its whispers,
Coming out from my hidden and too deep unseen untouched crispers,
O ungrateful! Little thanks to me as well look at the martyred snipers!
Passion and excitement, fires and desires, you became fertile,
You meanwhile became an out of control and a lost projectile,
Descending or ascending are still chasing the Eve's shy smile!