Burning Passion Poem by shakil ahmed

Burning Passion

Roaring wind shakes her golden hairs
Her eyes are dazzled by lighting fires
Driving rain hides her shrill cry
There is none, far and near, to pry
I admire with awe her exalting grace
Driving rain has washed her lovely face
The fire, that within my heart resides,
Kindles in a moment where soul abides
With aching heart and trembling feet
I feel my burning passion with its heat
To open her heart she has come
Like a wet bird with disordered plume
She doesn’t utter a word from her lips
But her eyes assure that promise she keeps
Suddenly a gushing wind blows over
Whispering that she loves me forever
Rain has washed her body and soul
Wind has performed the mediator’s role
Lightning along with thunder decorates the event
Out of fear she hugs me for some moment.

Shakil Ahmed.