Akhtar Jawad Poems

A word widely misspelled, dictionary adds and justifies,
And over all accepted, a welcoming compromise.
An enemy of an enemy becomes an ally,
Just to win the war, it has nothing to shy.
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I still remember the charming dawn,
When the shy moon behind a curtain,
Slept and exposed all her charms,
And the thirsty eyes without a refrain,
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Kutch tum sunte kutch main sunta per aate to,
Keyun mujhse khafa ho baithe ho samjhate to.

In bheegi bheegi aankhon per,
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People are locked down behind the walls,
Cannot orate in the open large halls,
It's too dangerous to peep,
Inside everything invisible and deep,
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A vacuum when one was ignoring me,
Thanks, when again one is souring me,
He with bottle of vinegar,
Me with a spoon of sugar,
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Life is pleasing and charming in love,
Life is bleeding and wounding in hate,
So I love, to love,
I hate, to hate.
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She started writing poems,
I read her poems,
I know only one thing about her,
She is just seventeen.
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I listen to the call for prayers in the mosques,
I listen to the bells of churches and temples,
In front of my eyes is an asteroid sent by my god,
So you are going to end this sinful world, oh my lord!
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All I see is your poem sweetheart,
Somewhere it’s rimed,
Somewhere words scattered like stars,
But I see the phases of your moon,
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It's a big family in a hut of the slums,
It's too cold and they sleep on a mat,
A single blanket for the whole family,
He pulls blanket and covers his cat.
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