There is a point, <br />Where love and hate, <br />Touch each other, <br />And the blow of winds, <br />Pushes a flower, <br />Towards love of a friend, <br />Hidden in in the leaves <br />And branches of emotions, <br />Power of passion, <br />Keeps a friendship, <br />Ever green, <br />Alive and attractive, <br />But the beautiful flower, <br />Has the pride of fragrance, <br />And colors of proud, <br />And ego of the flower, <br />Pulls back it, <br />And keeps her away, <br />From a lovely friend, <br />Yes, a friend! <br />A loving friend! <br />Just a friend! <br />And nothing else! <br />You're still in the list, <br />Of my lovely friends! <br /> <br />Do you know? <br />I visit the garden, <br />With a mask on my face, <br />I watch your colors, <br />I watch your fragrance, <br />I appreciate your beauty, <br />But, <br />With a mask on my face, <br /> <br />I let you know, <br />I shall come, <br />To the garden, <br />With, <br />A mask on my face, <br />Like a cute butterfly, <br />In a night of joy, <br />I shall dance with you, <br />I am your friend, <br />And a friend is a friend, <br />You'll enjoy dancing, <br />You'll ask, <br />Who are you? <br />I shall disappear, <br />Like metamorphic camphor, <br />My dear lovely friend, <br />You don't know, <br />And, <br />You'll never know!<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-ll-never-know-20/
