A New Love Story Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The sun sets alone but leaves behind,
A moon and stars and the Milky Way,
The sky that becomes a pneumatic tray,
Pours down the filtrate not seen in a day!
How I am turned in a crazy color blind!
The earth captured by a single color light,
Green leaves, pink petals, the brown stems,
Silver and gold, the pearls and the gems,
Colors are snatched from all the realms,
Black and white, which is written in a night?
It's you, who rules, it's your love that dictates,
It's a palace, a hut, when I lived in the caves,
Saw stones getting life and turning into knaves,
Dictators on the earth when become the slaves,
In pin drop silence who affirms and states?
I haven't made you for the wars of hate,
It was love only love that's why I created,
And pleasing beauty, with which recreated,
Hot day sweats in the nights are treated,
Hope the new sun wouldn't find too late,
In frustration if the sun sleeps too long,
You may see once again a frozen ice age,
Or may see its violence and the rage,
By now kept it imprisoned in a cage,
Wild bird may break out, may go wrong.
A white silky dress, fast food and cold drink,
Hand in hand, on a beach in a full moon tide,
Here nature comes down as a beautiful bride,
Bid farewell to arms swim here and glide,
I am waiting for the new love story you ink.