Tune Of Love Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The shining sky is mine,
The fragrant earth is mine,
The earth is mine and the world is mine,
If one is alive, it’s a paradise.
The aroma of soil when it rains,
Perfumes the earth with a wine,
That awakens a magic,
And earth becomes a bride,
In a green dress having pink prints,
The bud being blossomed in a flower,
With the sexy movements,
Of a bride of preceding night,
Taking a shower with shyness!
Somewhere at the far,
Someone is playing on a flute,
That is heard by the bride,
Still taking a dreamy shower,
The tune is old but vibrating,
The body of the nascent bride,
She is alive and the tune is new for her,
This is tune of love and is the beauty of the earth,
It makes the sky blue,
Without it there is nothing in life,
It’s the source of pleasure and peace.