Akhtar Jawad Poems

My love, well wishes and the happy feelings,
To all my friends who know art of healings,
Their wounds, their pains on a day of joys,
With lovely fireworks and amazing toys!
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I know she hates you,
But she has reasons for it,
You jumped down in her house,
In a dark and rainy night,
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Amazing,
She says you have stars in a blue back ground,
And I have flowers in a green back ground.
Your stars don't become fruits,
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I saw them on the bank of a river,
Driving their toy carts,
The two friends,
I came to know they are brother and sister,
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Leave me alone,
On the bank of this river,
I know,
Many miles behind,
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Should I call it brutality?
Should I call it cruelty?
It's not enough,
Then what I should call it?
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You ignored me many times,
As if,
I am a stranger to you,
When you look at me,
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Just orbiting in a cycle
and balanced
by centripetal and centrifugal forces,
I looked at a point
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When Angels burned their wings,
I showered love on it,
the half burnt wings were with me,
I was repairing it,
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