The Rose Of My Orchard Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

The gusts do jiggle rose in her sleep,
She dreams of heaven, joy within her head,
She dreams in dreams of blissful looks on her,
She plays the bride and waits for flying joy,
They bathe her bright in holy streams of light,
And make her more adorn than fairy's gem,
They dance, they sing, and sort her bliss to dual,
Her nature sways with dance and sings with song,
The heavens save their mercy, showering bliss,
Her feeling calls her love to join her soul,
Her joy and waiting heed eternal law.,
The law of heaven is the law of love;
The garden whiffs of rosy love of rose,
They fetch the feel of rosy rose for all;
Oh, stormy wind with Satan's wings of rage,
It runs behind the breeze, then starts to shake
The tree of joy now taints the soul of love,
To wake the rose from sipping blissful dreams,
The rose now drops its honeyed dream of heaven,
And shrouds her face from nightingale and lawn;
They cry for mercy, rose crushed beneath,
They go from door to door to pray for rose,
Her beauty goes with stormy wilder wind,
Her inner bride departs for widow's moan,
She looks like winter's moon, a ghastly hut.,
Her rocky gaze and furrowed face stay still,
And frosty heart that sleeps in fear's embrace,
She thinks of grave, the rose is hurt and dead;
But rose will bloom again to share her love,
She'll rise and put the blazing sun to shame,
And play with children, sing with birds of morn,
Be rain to kiss the lawn's dry, yearning face,
Be hand to hand thy joy to parching heart.
(2018)