The day was hot, unpleasant, irritating, <br />The heat strokes were increasing and increasing, <br />The sun on the climax, too much radiating, <br />And the comforts, were decreasing and decreasing. <br /> <br />The insane bird was flying and flying in a search, <br />His nibs were opened his tongue was dry, <br />He was tired and hungry and thirsty so much, <br />The search of love, motivating to fly. <br /> <br />Ignorant was the bird, flying so much high, so high in the sky, <br />Ignorant of the fact, someone waiting on the earth, <br />Stealing her body and shy and shy, <br />Not exposing her growth, not showing her worth. <br /> <br />In a garden of roses, jasmine, and more, <br />With a fountain to relieve the sun and its heat, <br />Many other things to watch and adore, <br />Withstanding a wall so beautiful and neat, <br /> <br />The Queen of Night, with the drunken petals below the forehead, <br />Kissing each other and dreaming and dreaming in day light, <br />The dreams of a virgin, a mystery never read, <br />To smell and blossom in a moon lit night. <br /> <br />The bird fell down on the feet of her love and lib, <br />And slept whole day, whole night untouched, <br />Crawling and crawling in the lower nib, <br />The dew of her flowers, only two, he was loved. <br /> <br />The bird could not go at an any other place, <br />For the rest of life, made a nest in her arms, <br />Beautified by the queen with the charms of her face, <br />He is safe in sun, in the rains and storms.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-of-night/
