Nour Poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash

Fellow seeing her smile is so distress
All confessed her witness so most can’t speak
Eager youth looking for one true kiss
Lovers wait until her even a whole week
Walking and talking made them mad
Soft hands, eyes and her dark hair
The breeze like her smell is indeed glad
Marrying rich one oh dear it is unfair
Charming men by your beauty is sin
Why do you love like a snake
Fear not of your poison but holding is din
Demolished near you as I bitterly shake
Most notify love is always a disaster
Devotion and passion are hard to master