The Clouds That Rise In The Mild April Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Love rises as clouds from the oceans
an a mild and pleasant lovely April,
wanders under blue skies
winkling the green trees,
moves dancing like a dancer
whose skirts often rise to expose beauty.
April clouds! I see a beautiful teen aged virgin in you
I read so many dreams in your deep eyes.
When you hide the blue skies
I understand nature is wetting your lips.
When like a naughty maiden you shy
and your dress fails to hide your charms
I see nature smiling in your exposure.
The green grass lands look at the tall trees
and the tall trees jump to touch your feet.
Being failed in their naughty attempts
some attract the clouds with colors and aroma
and invite to taste the forbidden fruit.
Love promises the trees and the crops
that it would come as pleasant showers
it will remove the dirt from the green leaves
it will increase the shine of the greenery
and it will make the scenery
a model for an artist to paint
an inspiration for the poet
facing a draught of thoughts.
It will awake a singer from sweet dreams
to the sweeter reality of life
and the singer will beatify the winds to dance,
to dance with the melodious waves
that touch it and in returnit touches all
that comes into its arms.
But love is destined to kiss the mountains.
Waving its hands to the rivers
and assuring them to join soon their grand walk
it flies and flies to its final destination
to melt the arms of high mountains.
Surrendering its virginity to the graceful lover
it will slide down as beautiful falls
singing and dancing fulfilling all its promises to the earth
the clouds that rise in the mild April
will go back to back their bed room for rest
somewhere in the deep oceans
to rest and sleep till the next April.