Who Said That To You? Poem by Aabid Masroor

Less beautiful who said that to you?
When the hearts fail, her beauty made
Silent killing I should say, with open and
Awakening deep pointed lightning fire of eyes
In terror of, poets and innocents would die
Poets but I know not how they escape

Her face fairest, one some delay, it would have taken
To carve the eyebrow drawn above the white cheek
Upon her a careless smile pulse would break
Ever but none dare to gaze red lips that never mute
He would have been jealous

Cause if seasons, you were June
Gold beauteous to all trees
If a flower then you are a daffodil

Fresh fragrance to the glooms and blooms
If a winter then you are snow
That melt down to ice when you walk

If a spring then you are morning sun
That rises upon far hills bring back life for some cause
If a night then you are a dream
Of world well knows there, you and me, and me and you.
Less beautiful who said that to you?