Akhtar Jawad Poems

The dusk after hard working, the dawn after a sweet dream,
Work, work and work, sweats may take some time to come
Take the work as a play; enjoy it as a cone of sweet ice cream
Play more and more until pearls make you a pink handsome,
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So long ago having ended nineteen years in playing
I was astonished to taste for the first time a new éclair
Though I could not see your face as you were veiled
Still a few glimpses gave an idea that your complexion is fair.
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I was born to live for myself!
A selfish infant,
I knew only my mother
as she fed me.
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The puppet is dancing on the stage,
the crowd is enchanted by the colors
how sexy are her costumes!
While dancing,
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When it's love nothing should come in between,
Love needs a complete exposure nothing should remain unseen,
Close so close that the lovers listen to the music of the hearts
An art that is creator of all the fine arts,
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Night is still left,
Do not go sweetheart,
I love your theft!
What else you want?
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In the heat strokes and in the burning sun,
To defend young ones from the hunter’s gun,
Collecting straws a lengthy fatigue,
What we throw as waste, in fact an antique,
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Door kahin door ek anokhi dharti hay,
Jahan koi hay jo mujhper marti hay,
Patharon ka seena cheer kar apni unglian zakhmi karti hay,
Mere zehen ki deewaron per jane keya keya likhti hay,
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It could have been a great day,
Pakistan qualified for the quarter finals,
Of ICC World Cup of cricket,
But attacks on churches at Lahore,
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I owe you, yes; I owe you my mother,
Anyone like you, none no other!
You stole me from the garden of flowers,
Wrapped me in a blanket after washing in showers,
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