Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 83,080 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

A Teen Aged Widow - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When the morning star,
Sees first sun ray,
And disappears,
In grief and distress,
Gives a parting kiss,
To the nude lady,
Who takes her bath,
Every early morning,
In the sea of fire,
And once again,
Like a virgin in tact,
Likes a teen-aged beauty,
Flying high in sky,
The fine wet grass,
Licking milky foot,
Ask birds to rise,
And sing their song,
Asks flowers and buds,
To change night suits,
And moves to the bank,
And sits nimble footed,
Partly on the earth,
And partly in river,
A cold, pleasant wind,
And the swinging trees,
Having watched this porn,
Smile and discuss,
The body of the lady,
And a naughty blow,
Pulls the shying buds
In the cover of leaves,
And kisses their petals,
The sunflower rises,
And turns his face,
Towards the sun,
For a new warm-up,
And somewhere far,
A boy with animals,
All domestic,
And romantic,
With a watching dog,
Plays the bamboo pipe,
Fishermen with the nets,
Start their fishing,
I find everyone,
So happy and enjoying,
The gift of life.

On the bank but other,
Other side of river,
I see someone,
A girl of sixteen,
Seventeen or so,
In a white dressing,
No smile on her face,
Undressed long hair,
Wearing no jewelry,
Looking motionless,
Starring in space.
Somebody told me,
A widow is she,
Only after one month,
After her marriage,
Her spouse was killed,
In a deadly war,
Futile and fruitless.

Topic(s) of this poem: war


Comments about A Teen Aged Widow by Akhtar Jawad

  • Rose Kanana (9/10/2016 11:09:00 AM)


    Akhtar, well chosen words to describe a sad situation that has befallen the young lady (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Asis Biswas (9/5/2016 11:21:00 PM)


    fluent writing by poet akhtar jawad.describing picture in front of his eyes.seeing good, seeing bad also. (Report) Reply

  • Sonali Ganguly (5/1/2016 10:34:00 PM)


    very touching poem sir.... (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/9/2016 3:50:00 PM)


    The Beauty Of The Naked Lady

    nature adores idiolizes
    the beauty of the naked lady
    entering the flowing
    morning river
    as the first ray
    of sunlight falls
    upon the water
    upon the beauty
    of the naked lady
    entering to wash

    away the anguish of loss
    of night dreams
    empty imposed loneliness
    soon the wet grass
    will begin to dry
    in morning light
    as birds begin to sing
    sweet greetings
    to morning light
    as flowers begin

    to open bud raised
    heads to morning light
    on the far bank the naked lady
    leaves the cold kiss
    of early morning river waters
    puts on a simple white dress
    to clothe new birth day
    no smile alights upon her face
    in soft morning light
    her long black hair falls

    limp unadorned
    strangely no jewelry
    shines in familiar comfort
    upon wrists fingers
    no jewelry golden glows
    upon dark skinned Indian body
    she stands still motionless
    in fresh morning sunlight
    starring into empty space past
    are empty young eyes she is

    sixteen or seventeen years young
    in fresh lush bloom of beauty
    fading in recent widow grief
    within one month of marriage
    her beloved husband dead lost
    has fallen killed in some far place
    despicable futile deadly foreign war
    leaving a young widow alone in daily
    anguish grief distress
    as time endless flows past

    in liquid seconds
    minutes hours
    turning
    into
    days
    weeks
    months
    of eternal
    emptiness
    flowing...


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/9/2016 3:49:00 PM)


    Teenage Trauma War Widow

    sixteen or seventeen years young
    in fresh lush bloom of beauty
    fading in recent widow grief
    within one month of marriage

    her beloved husband dead lost
    has fallen killed in some far place
    despicable futile deadly foreign war
    leaving a young widow alone in daily

    anguish grief distress
    as time endless flows past
    in liquid seconds

    minutes hours
    turning into days weeks
    months eternal emptiness flowing...


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/9/2016 12:23:00 AM)


    Empty Young Eyes Grieving She Is

    no smile
    alights
    upon her face

    in soft morning light
    her long black hair falls
    limp unadorned

    strangely no jewelry
    shines in familiar comfort
    upon wrists fingers

    no jewelry golden glows
    upon dark skinned Indian body
    she stands still motionless

    in fresh morning sunlight
    starring into empty space past
    empty young eyes she is


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/9/2016 12:03:00 AM)


    Naked Lady Puts On A Simple White Dress

    in morning light
    as flowers begin
    to open bud raised
    heads to morning light

    on far bank the naked lady
    leaves the cold kiss
    early morning river waters
    puts on a simple white dress

    to clothe new birth day
    no smile alights upon her face
    in soft morning light

    her long black hair falls
    limp unadorned strangely no jewelry shines
    in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/8/2016 11:52:00 PM)


    Night Dreams Washed In Morning Light

    wash away
    anguish of loss
    night dreams
    haunting empty

    imposed
    loneliness
    soon the wet grass
    will begin to dry

    in morning light
    as birds begin to sing
    sweet greetings

    to morning light
    as flowers begin
    to open bud in light


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/8/2016 11:40:00 PM)


    Nature Adores Idiolizes Beauty

    nature adores
    idiolizes
    the beauty
    of the naked lady

    entering
    the flowing
    morning
    river

    as the first ray
    of sunlight falls
    upon the water

    upon the beauty
    of the naked lady
    entering to wash


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/8/2016 3:01:00 PM)


    nature adores idiolizes the beauty of the naked lady, entering the flowing morning river, as the first ray of sunlight falls upon the water, upon the beauty of the naked lady entering to wash, away the anguish of loss of night dreams empty imposed loneliness, soon the wet grass will begin to dry in morning light, as birds begin to sing sweet greetings to morning light, as flowers begin to open bud raised heads to morning light; on the far bank the naked lady leaves the cold kiss of river waters, puts on a simple white dress to clothe the day, no smile alights upon her face in soft morning light, her long black hair falls limp unadorned, strangely no jewelry shines in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers, no jewelry golden glows upon dark skinned Indian body, she stands still motionless in fresh morning sunlight, starring into empty space past are empty young eyes, she is sixteen or seventeen years young, in fresh bloom of beauty fading in recent widow grief, within one month of marriage her beloved husband lost, has fallen killed in some foreign despicable futile deadly foreign war, leaving a young widow alone in daily anguish grief distress, as time endless flows past in liquid seconds minutes hours, turning into days weeks months of eternal emptiness flowing... (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2016 5:04:00 AM)


    Very nice poem sir......... So realistic :) (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (1/21/2016 5:16:00 AM)


    Stupendous imagery though full of sadness for such a young person. Expressed beautifully my poet friend, Excellent poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/24/2015 12:11:00 PM)


    A touching story of misery stuck young girl just turned women and widow....................Artful writing. (Report) Reply

  • (9/22/2015 12:55:00 AM)


    I read it once then
    I have to read it again,
    and tears welled up in my eyes.
    The sun brings life
    and man takes it away,
    so much for humankind.

    Thanks for your wisdom sir.-10
    (Report) Reply

  • (9/8/2015 4:16:00 AM)


    this is an amazing poem... I m impressed.... :) (y) (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (8/9/2015 3:57:00 AM)


    Beauty of life on one side and the tragedy of life on the other. Words beautifully linked to express the conundrum. Enjoyed the rhythm .Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (8/1/2015 9:48:00 AM)


    An emotional and beautiful poem, thank you for sharing this with the world..... (Report) Reply

  • (6/22/2015 4:42:00 PM)


    Two opposite rhythm of life brought together in this lovely poem. Morning beauty is so full of life yet life deprives somebody who submerged in grief can't enjoy it. Enjoyed very much. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Charity Nduhiu (4/17/2015 4:08:00 AM)


    I truly feel for her. Gone too soon. Like the poem (Report) Reply

  • Jenie Franksay (3/30/2015 11:30:00 PM)


    a beautiful poem with deep feelings.. thanks... :) (Report) Reply

Read all 45 comments »




Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 23, 2015


[Report Error]