Clouds At The Murree Hills Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I saw you from the plains how dense you appeared,
I fell in love with you, rushed for you at the hills,
Though affected vision but your density disappeared,
Naughty clouds! You transferred to us all your chills!
I never knew such a chill can make anyone too hot,
Everyone looks warmed up, everyone got what I got.

Thanks for your rainy invitation, with me a dance,
I shall carry the touches of your silken dress with me,
I shall acknowledge your beauty and your romance,
All that I see and that you'll hide and I shall not see.
Earth and rocks, green leaves red flowers, all are wet,
A floor of dancing clouds, for a song the stage is set,

Beauty is supported by the music of cool mild rains,
Clouds, what a semitransparent dress you are here,
Billionaire of light years how her youth she maintains
What I could just only imagine below from there,
Cuts and curves of nature are now in my arms,
Where from eyes start kissing, charms only charms!

Having entered in your soft dressing sweetheart
Whatever I can see I can see an exciting work of art.
In whispers are planning a naught, eyes and the heart.
Let us kiss each other all we have, part by part,
You're exposed I can see, though vision a little blurred,
How with a multicolor rainbow the jealous sun interfered.