Wet Night Shower Of A Rose Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Wet Night Shower Of A Rose
Not touched by the wind is the bud of rose,
Not yet exposed to the warm sunlight,
When took a shower of dew one night,
The heart found a pinkish flower so close,
That the soul had to move and give a place,
Is it a rose flower or it’s His face?
Lust has modified in pink soft petals,
Odor is stolen from the fairy lands,
Veil green is hiding the svelte from hands,
Enough for melting the ethical metals,
Aurora is crying she has lost her charms,
Amazing beauty in the green hard arms!
A message of love to vibrating bosom,
By the naughty winds who touched the rose,
To spread her charms and to come some close,
You are also a bud destined to blossom,
To become a lovely beautiful flower,
You’ll have to take a wet night shower.
I wish that I could write a poem as magnificent as this one, Akhtar. You have done the rose and poetry a great service. A definite 10 and going on my favorite poems list. Thank you!
You are also a bud destined to blossom, To become a lovely beautiful flower, You’ll have to take a wet night shower. ..... so nicely envisioned.A lovely poem indeed10......
You are also a bud destined to blossom, To become a lovely beautiful flower, You’ll have to take a wet night shower................ A lovely message and a beautiful tribute to a rose flower! I can visualize this rose, wet in the night shower in dew! A 10
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4/16/2024 1:16:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Akhtar, this poem is among the best I have ever read! You did a marvelous job. Is it a rose flower or it’s His face? Simply beautiful! ! A 10