A Child Is A Flower
Like hot gases orbiting round a burning star
by Akhtar Jawad
Conjugal life starts like that of mother earth
Extracting life from their father's sunlight
Cooling and reshaping in a planet of worth
Rains of love cool them and turn them green
Roots go on working though remain unseen.
Fatigue of life working like the green leaves
Preparing food of tolerance and understanding
The sunlight of life transforming moonlights
In beautiful, colorful, fragrant buds sleeping
Until pleasant spring winds awake the beauty.
And then starts the joy of parental duty.
A joy is it to remain disturbed during nights
For a colorful and fragrant flower, a child,
Three in one, two lovers and their love
How lovely is the flower, how soft and mild!
That's how love is rewarded by nature
A peal from nature's unending treasure!
My child! My eyes admire your pretty colors,
My soul feels your refreshing fragrance
You are the best among all flowers that spring
I feel humble get rid of my arrogance
I have seen ugliness you have seen only charms
How beautiful I am when you are into arms.
My child! My heart is full of love and kindness
Magic is your softness beauty is your innocence
My earth is a glimpse of a garden in the heaven
It's all due to you and your angelic excellence
In showing a virtual image of God unseen,
But a true real image on my heart's screen.
My child! Master of so many amazing miracles
In the language of God, meaningless apparently
Your words my heart understands and reacts
Either cry or smile you perform so perfectly
You describe yourself completely in a book
And your book is only a few seconds' look.
My child! I have no worldly reason to love,
Still if I love you, you're a reward a gift
How pure you are how silky and smooth!
Like the finest flour by an angelic sift
A pretty flower of love, in me your trust!
Who says you are an output of the lust!