A day in desert with a lovely woman, <br />May I describe it, yes, I think I can. <br />Her long brownish hair is spread at night, <br />Moon and stars are the sources of light. <br /> <br />And so her eyes and her beautiful face, <br />A source of peace and gorgeous grace, <br />Half hidden in hair appear like the moon, <br />Nature has gifted me a lovely boon. <br /> <br />The desert lacks flowers, the desert lacks rains, <br />But she is a beauty having no strains, <br />As she is enriched with the lovely cheeks, <br />Not black and barren, hills and peaks. <br /> <br />Her lips like petals of a lovely rose, <br />The style of sleeping in a sexy pose, <br />The landscape is same as at home, <br />As if she's sleeping under same old dome. <br /> <br />Her body has beauty of of dew on trees, <br />The movement of breasts with frequent breaths, <br />The stretched branches of round lovely arms, <br />Reminds me quakes and reminds the storms. <br /> <br />The stars are dancing and the moon smiling, <br />The night is romantic and the breeze exciting, <br />A day in desert is hot and tiring, <br />The artificial cold is at all not inspiring. <br /> <br />Everyone went out, passed night in roaming, <br />And the day so hot, is ruined in sleeping. <br />But the nights of desert have beauty and charms, <br />And arise inside many unseen storms. <br /> <br />The joy of a woman is a gift of nature, <br />And first plantation in soil of His creature. <br />Pass and enjoy and wish and dream, <br />Wherever I am I need her stream. <br /> <br />If she is with me I need nothing more, <br />The life is worship in her love and adore. <br />For love only love is purpose of life, <br />It is not a war or quarrel or strife. <br /> <br />Ganges or Ravi or Sindh have huts, <br />Have beauty of movement in the lovely cuts. <br />What else I get is fruitless and futile, <br />I don't need pyramids of the Nile.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-in-desert/
