March Poem by Akhtar Jawad

How you come with the pleasant blows,
And open once more the new windows,
I inhale from you what in you it flows,
In a cold desert, glimpses of meadows,
What we didn't do in winter now we can,
You'll see me, I'm the same naughty man.

It's not a magic I'm a youth once again,
Wait a little for the real magic show,
Wait for the moon, it'll not refrain,
Le the Venus dance with stars in a row,
I know the moon has made a plan,
You'll see me, I'm the same naughty man.

Pass the day in the flower's perfumes,
Let the colors make you a new rainbow,
I shall wait for you in appealing costumes,
Flowers have sprung for a naughty show,
Join them, don't remain a watching fan,
You'll see me, I'm the same naughty man.

Having yeast to ferment the sleeping dow,
Here come March nights just to renovate,
Time in March is neither fast nor slow,
Springs will rewrite the dormant old fate,
March will do something more than it can,
You'll see me, I'm the same naughty man.

Rivers are carrying the melted snow,
I am no more a sobers mountain,
Where is my river, my head I bow,
See my flirting fall and my flying fountain,
Springs have broken the cold frozen ban,
You'll see me, I'm the same naughty man.