More Than A Friend Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The childhood friends who played many games,
Never played a game that may cause the shames,
Completely unaware with the naught of nature,
The joy destined and blended with a pleasure,
Playing hide and seek they grew to an age,
An age in which no human is a sage,
When the nature excites the innocent hearts,
And they challenge all the social thwarts,
When the teenagers interrogate themselves,
Getting no reply arrogate themselves,
When the nights are passed in a deep sleeping,
Dreams come in days with a tidal creeping.
In the rainy season with a hand in hand,
Behind butterflies in a fairies' land,
Aroma of flowers and the wine of vine,
Victorious clouds and defeated sun shine,
Marvels of wet winds in a pleasant season,
Leaving for life only one lovely reason,
Jogging in garden they listened to a bird,
Pikahan, Pikahan, where's my beloved,
He looked in her eyes she separated her hand,
She ran away from the fairies' land,
With eyes smiling and cheeks so pink,
Still unaware what did she drink?
What they desire and what they intend?
Just she learnt he is more than a friend!

(Pikahan - it means where is the beloved?)