Akhtar Jawad - You'll Never Know

There is a point,
Where love and hate,
Touch each other,
And the blow of winds,
Pushes a flower,
Towards love of a friend,
Hidden in in the leaves
And branches of emotions,
Power of passion,
Keeps a friendship,
Ever green,
Alive and attractive,
But the beautiful flower,
Has the pride of fragrance,
And colors of proud,
And ego of the flower,
Pulls back it,
And keeps her away,
From a lovely friend,
Yes, a friend!
A loving friend!
Just a friend!
And nothing else!
You're still in the list,
Of my lovely friends!

Do you know?
I visit the garden,
With a mask on my face,
I watch your colors,
I watch your fragrance,
I appreciate your beauty,
But,
With a mask on my face,

I let you know,
I shall come,
To the garden,
With,
A mask on my face,
Like a cute butterfly,
In a night of joy,
I shall dance with you,
I am your friend,
And a friend is a friend,
You'll enjoy dancing,
You'll ask,
Who are you?
I shall disappear,
Like metamorphic camphor,
My dear lovely friend,
You don't know,
And,
You'll never know!

Akhtar Jawad

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