When The April's Wind Comes To Kiss The Rose Poem by AFFAQ NABI

When the April's wind comes to kiss the rose
My forgotten days stir my inner musing's hue
Awhile making them shine like sapphire in shows
All obscure knots unravel and break through.
In your darling shadow, I meet a new glare,
You inherit all of that crescent's fair traits,
And for me, you are too temperate and fair;
This orbit of my weary brain, always feels.
My goodness, witty fairy of the merry lane
You are grooving without a care or stain
Forgive me, it's vain if you can't feel one's pain
All mists and smog got gathered to invade
My pondside where my skylark is dismayed.
When the April's wind comes to kiss the rose
My bosom turns to you with sweet repose.