Why don’t you remember?
Remember again,
Music of September,
I still retain.
We met in the greenery,
A wet, lovely scenery,
A teen age romance,
The music and dance.


Why don’t you remember?
Remember again,
Magic of September,
Your shyness, my refrain.
Love at first sight,
In a moonlit night,
Fragrance of white flowers,
And the mild rain showers.

Why don’t you remember?
Remember again,
Picnic of September,
A love to remain.
The maiden kiss,
The beautiful bliss.
A lasting joy,
Not a moment’s toy.

Why don’t you remember?
Remember again,
The tune, Come September,
We can still entertain.
In the heat strokes,
It still provokes,
The desires of romance,
We can sing and dance.

Akhtar Jawad

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-september-and-sweet-heart/