She rises from Bay of Bengal,
A piece of beauty and charms,
Black hair black eyes, lean and tall,
And when she spreads her arms,
The sun, the moon and the stars so bright,
Vanish somewhere behind the sky,
And the day, sunny day, is turned into night,
She slows the wind, the birds don't fly.
The teen aged girl is a model of sex,
Ascends from the sea and descends to the earth,
Singing dancing on the apex,
Spreads every where all her wealth.
She looks for a mate,
Has an ideal in her heart,
For a lovely date,
So romantic and smart.
She travels many days,
She travels many nights,
Goes on changing unknown ways,
Pleasing with her wealth so many sights.
And reaches ultimately at the roof of my house,
And there she sees a handsome boy,
A rise of Arabian Sea, her ideal spouse.
A deserving partner a lovely toy.
Violently he embraces her,
Violently he kisses,
His awaited mate, he traces her,
For a year he misses.
Within twinkling of eyes every thing is wet,
The streets are filled with water of rains,
Made every one joyful, whenever they met,
The collision of clouds removes the strains.
The girl hasn't come, and the midnight rain,
Are the tears fell down on the thirsty earth,
His soul is humid and the heart in strain,
He direly needs her sexy wealth.
(When clouds from Bay of Bengal collide with that of Arabian Sea, it causes heavy rains at Karachi)
Akhtar Jawad
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