Akhtar Jawad Poems

I am a happy man,
A woman I love,
I am a nice man,
A woman loves me.
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I never knew many powers you have,
In the lovely eyes mighty showers you have.
I remember the day and the painful clove,
But the cloud that arose from ocean of love,
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Sweet children, sweet children,
Where are you?
We are in the wash room brushing our teeth,
Aren't you too.
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Killing is a difficult job,
even the beasts regret their killings,
though they are constrained to hunt
on the call of nature.
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Thinking in sleepless nights,
sometimes a sorrow sometimes a joy,
life is both regrets and prides,
in both the cases I desire an action replay,
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I put the garbage in the dust bin,
hungry cats come and kick it,
the garbage spreads all around.
I collect it and put it once again in the bin,
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States at normal temperature and pressure is the state I need
So is water that falls from the clouds in the shape of showers,
That flows in the rivers dancing like a virgin in first love,
That adds puberty to the plants to bloom beautiful flowers.
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You come out on the road with a veil on your face,
You naughty beloved I can feel your grace!
Sometimes it's brown, sometimes it's black,
Sometimes it's dense, sometimes with a crack,
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The artist promised a work of art,
And excited the model’s virgin heart,
He painted her hair he painted her eyes,
He painted her arms he painted her thighs,
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You are my past,
You are my present, too,
You are my future, as well,
I don't care,
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