Watering The Plants Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Stolen piece of land from the blue skies,
Is paradise obliged, why don't it cries?
Watering the plants she got a bliss,
Paradise-owner's lovely flying kiss,
Brought by a golden unseen dove,
The sixth sense felt the touch of His love,
Where there is love there is paradise,
An eternal life, no death no demise!
Fantasy it may be the day of judgement,
I see right now with my eyes tangent,
Angels are carrying this piece of land,
To make for the lady a lovely garland,
With colorful flowers and the greenery grand,
I salute the lady for increasing greenery,
God loves to see such charming scenery.