The Saffron Drape Poem by Aftab Alam

The Saffron Drape

Why do you worry about me. Worry not,
I am the wind, I‘ll find my way, in short,
You can't stop me; I'm not bounded pond,
I am rain water; I am the cause yield round,
I know how to make ways, none can stop,

My fragrance must ye feel in your dream,
I am Rose and my beauty is up neck brim,
I am creeper that climbs to your lips to kiss,
Often misunderstood, unread; you don't hiss,
Do hear the only sound of my rhythmic gallop,

I am not that beggar red who sunk in west,
I am the hope of east, a dawn and not waste,
What you can give me empty bag and blessings,
You can't change my mind can't change thinking's,
Million drops, I am the drop of oyster, a pearly drop,

You know, I have seen a man who walked straight,
On that path amid forest and desert and water and air,
He lost there, up high there, into the spangled sky,
And then at my surprise, there comes a baby shy,
Whole world awoke to see him, " The saffron drape"