The Will Fully Exchanged Gowns Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Why are you starring at my changing shadows?
I am what I was, unchanged in the meadows,
Don't look at me through the glass windows
I'm walking here on the green and flowery rows.
You thought I am a man taller than you,
Neither I am bigger nor smaller than you,
I have a religion and I love it like you,
I have a nation and I love it like you,
Come to me and let the skins merge in each other,
Let them confess in the dark, skin is only a feather,
The bird of love is inside it and can fly together,
Too cold may be winds; too hot may be weather,
To the same stars, and to the same Milky Ways
Like clouds let us rise from any bay,
To pore down love as rains to the burning clay.
Let the red threads swim in the ocean of eyes,
Truth is bitter, the stars tell the sweeter lies,
I have a brown gown and yours is white,
Come to me, I'm sure, a love story we can write,
While going back forget your white gown,
As if accidentally you wore mines, though it's brown.