Beauty Of Memories Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When I think of beauty,
Beauty is with me,
All around I see,
A moon and stars,
A milky way,
Soft white flowers,
Aromatic and drunk,
A moonlit night,
Me and you,
With other children,
Making too much noise,
Playing hide and seek,
And during the game,
In a corner of jasmines,
Hidden from the eyes,
An innocent hug,
And a childish kiss!
A lovely voice,
Come back children,
It’s too late,
Now go to your beds.