The Rose Of My Orchard Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

When gust does jiggle smiling rose in sleep
She dreams of heaven, hops in joyful head
And dreams in dream of blissful looks on her,
She plays a bride and waits for flying joy,
They bath her bright with holy stream of light
And make her more adorn than fairy's gem,
They dance, they sing, and sort her bliss to dual,
Her nature surfs with dance, and sings with song,
The heaven saves mercy, showers rainy bliss,
Her feeling calls her love to meet with souls
Her joy and wait adopt eternal law,
Eternal law of heaven, law of love;
The garden whiffs of rosy love of rose,
They fetch the feel of rosy rose for all;
Oh! Stormy wind with wings of Satan rage,
That runs, but after gentle breeze, to shake
The tree of joy, to poison soul of love,
To knock the rose awakes from sip of bliss,
The rose now drops that honey heaven dream,
And shroud her face for nightingale, for lawn;
They cry for mercy rosy rose and tread
They door to door to pray for rosy rose,
Her beauty goes with stormy wilder wind,
Her inner bride ejects for widow moan,
She looks as winter moon, a ghastly hut,
Her rocky looks and furrowed face are still,
And frosty heart that goes on sleep with fear,
She thinks of grave, the rose is hurt and dead;
But rose will bloom again to share the love,
Will rise she, put the sun to shame on rise,
And play with kids and sing with birds of morn,
Be rain to kiss the face of lawn in want,
Be hand to hand thy joy to parching heart.