Leave me alone,
On the bank of this river,
I know,
Many miles behind,
She is sitting on the bank,
Of this lovely river,
Her feet is dip,
In the water so cold,
But warm at this place,
She knows it well,
Someone needs it,
To feel the touch,
Of her soft white feet,
She is washing her hands,
She is washing her face,
Cause she knows,
Someone needs,
More excitements,
The water is warmer.
Let me be excited.
But I miss something,
The naughty winds,
Heard my heart,
And suddenly I found,
The water too warm,
What happened at that bank?
Oh love! Go to hell!
The wind regrets,
Her naught of the moment,
She jumped in the river,
A complete mystery,
Is a woman in love!
(It is just an imagination to describe that a woman in love can go up to any extent.)
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-in-love-5/
