She Is Always Beautiful
I saw her colors I remember her perfumes
by Akhtar Jawad
Printed flowers of her exposing costumes
In the pleasant winds of the early springs
When my eyes had two naughty wings!
Exposed in the summer I saw her appeal
Imagined that she managed to conceal!
I see her and that what she is not showing
Smile to see her in the cold breeze blowing
A cap, coats, overcoats partly concealing her
But beauty is smiling, smartly revealing her
What the men are? A naughty write of a woman!
She creates, recreates, updates and makes a man.
Weathers change but she is always beautiful
Whether concealed or exposed she can lull
She can make me sleeping, dreaming in a day
Helpless! Being same old Adam, made of clay!