Sweet Is The Call Of A Naughty Dove Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Like the clouds it rises,
Like a lover it kisses,
Like the rains it wets,
A stage it sets,
Thoughts dance as the greenery,
Heart beats sing a poetry,
A bud is sprung,
How can go unsung,
The bud stripes her colors,
The ecstatic odors,
The rainbow showers,
The colorful flowers,
For what nature is inviting,
For what nature is exciting,
Welcome, welcome, nature inspires,
I desire the same what the lady desires,
Can your invitation go without a response?
You are a hypnotist and I am in a trance.
Sweetheart! Your beauty I praise,
I shall capture some all I cannot chase,
Go on calling me for a poem of love,
Sweet is the call of a naughty dove!