The Morning I Met You Poem by Suhel Akram

Early in the spring,
far down in the valley of green,
in a morning with soft cover,
of fog in the valley all over,
shivering in the cold zephyr,
crossing the calm chilled river,
with feet bare soft, and low,
in the clear water running slow,
glittering the water drops at the first sunlight,
reaching across the gaps of trees standing tight,
playing a soft note of music,
touching hearts like spells of magic,
the birdies peeping from the nest,
from the branches in the corner crest,
the blanket of thick grass covered with dew,
across the river with growing buds new,
entered me in the grove,
with roses all over in variant color,
droplets of mist resting in the tiny leaves,
a sight of blooming like in dreams,
words creating poetry in praise,
stranger me passing them in guise,
eyes traveling from one to other,
wandering and listening their silent whisper,
spotted me she from amongst all,
allure me towards her in standing tall,
sang she the song never sung,
danced she the steps never danced,
told me fairy tale of love,
i listened to her with hearts above,
amorousness is the feeling i had,
its when i met her at head,
wanted the time stabilize for ever,
and not let this moment be over.