A Dawn Of Love Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I had heard you come here to kiss the first ray of the sun
Nimble footed on the green carpet of the grass you walk
And from your deep eyes you look at the remaining fun
I listen to music, do you sing or with someone you talk?
The aurora of your pinkish cheeks spreading on the skies
I see the black skies stealing a colour from deep blue eyes

I listen to the voices of flying kisses from the soft garnets
I feel everyone has become a thief look at the white flowers
With Perfumes of hairs the wind blows turn in the clarinets
Birds still in their nests, but twittering tales of unseen showers
In love everything is unseen; fraction of a moment is enough,
Everything is smooth like silk in a touch, and nothing is rough.

Here go the remaining stars leaving Venus as the lonely star
Where did you pass your night, I'm sure it's the naughty moon
I know you, had seen you in disguise of a vagabond evening star
All right in love sweetheart, whether it is night, morning or noon
But for whom you are waiting on the skies and for what you stay?
Moon was his reflector; you'll get only a single ray to say!

Beloved nature! You are a virtual image of my sweetheart,
I am here because you strip and attract my thirsty blue eyes
Have been given a lovely role and have been playing my part
My love is limitless like the endless inverted bowl of the skies.
Deep in the fruits there are sleeping embryos of your seeds,
Love is a very good deed I never blend it with other misdeeds.

Drops by drops turning light blue and entering into the heart,
Making it ecstatic like a wine of green and yellowish grapes
The skies are gallery of a wonderful artist's works of art,
The perfumed portraits here change their colours and shapes
The dusk starts a new love story in the milky moonlight
The dawn comes to end the story in the silky sunlight.

I am just like you, look at me; I'm going to a mosque to pray
Five times I pray but I could not see my unseen sweetheart,
Life is too short; I know soon He'll end this show, this play,
I'm also helpless in love; my brain has no control on heart,
I, too, want to tell, the moon was just a reflector of light
And I love the beautiful source of light that is truly bright.