Treasure Island

Jahan zaib

(February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

Pleasure in garden


Sitting under a tree
Holding pen in hand
Paper on the ground
I sat quiet
Thinking to decide what to write
Something touched
Lightly and quietly
Whispering in ears
As saying follow me
See what I show you
Let me introduce my love to you
Flew thus she to a flower
Among many roses he stood like a prince
I envy the love
The butterfly has for the rose
He travels daily to meet her lover
As she sat in the arms of rose
She looked at me with smile
Telling me
I travel daily I know
But
He does the task harder than mine
Waiting all night till I arrive to kiss him.

Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2013

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