Love Story Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When wind kisses the colorful showers
And like ecstatic maidens flowers dance
My eyes are not on the colorful flowers
I'm starring at a shy buds' maiden romance

Opening her petals slowly and gradually.
Like a virgin who fails to hide her growth
When the moonlight is shy and grows slowly
And nature affirms and states on the oath

That beautiful virgin shouldn't be overlooked
She should be loved, she is born for love
In the tomes of love she must be booked
Dance like a peacock, shouldn't fly like a dove

Behind the green leaves of two tall trees
I don't enjoy naughtiness of the moon
I listen to the music of lesbian leaves
For each other they're becoming spoon

Ignoring solo dance of the ecstatic branches
I watch naughty games of the lusty leaves
Where there is a target for cupid's arches
There is a treasure and there are thieves

When stars shine in the sexy summer nights
my eyes are not affected by their twinkling
For me a shy virgin is the source of lights
Her fast heart beats her and slow winkling

So what if an Adam's son becomes a thief
Like Adam he is also a slave of his instincts
The storm of love wants a romantic relief
Let him leave behind his dancing imprints

Let him make public his maiden romance
The first and the last in a life that's too short
A night of a song and a night of a dance
On pains giving earth here I get an escort.



I shut my eye lids, portrait of a virgin girl,
A shy teen aged maid rising like a half moon
Untouched beauty, in a shell a shining pearl,
A moon on the milky ways, she is a boon.

A face that was touched only by the moonlight
Whose lips were kissed only by smiling storms
Hugged only by the star'sin a summer night
Night stayed where with billion glow worms.

A conventional end of a conventional love story
She is playing Ludo with my grand children
Sitting on a carpet with entire grace and glory
Want to tell her, but can't, late night and it's ten!