Years have passed still I can see,
You wrote my name on the stem of a tree,
You opened your dissection kit,
Took a knife from it
And made a star of five arrows,
Nobody knew but my heart only knows,
What the five vertices represent,
You asked activation of senses dormant,
You asked to see the beauty of a girl,
You asked to hear the beats of your pearl,
You asked to taste the sweetness of your lips,
You asked to smell a virgin with my dips,
You asked to play my ancient role,
And a lasting touch over all as a whole.
Thanks God I succeeded to oblige my soul,
And the life is smiling on my lovely goal.
(My name is Akhtar that means a star)
Akhtar Jawad
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