Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 16,644 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

A Teen Aged Widow


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.

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, November 07, 2014

Topic of this poem: war


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1965 war was a futile war. Wars cannot resolve the issues.

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  • Gold Star - 33,905 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/23/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    War is always fought for the war..killing, looting, destroying, war proved we are really animal..a formidable animal , a mad animal..that acts upon his own kind..no animal does this act..this is the fact...but title is the out come of war.. thank to Lord Almighty we have widow marriage and we all must support..thanks for the nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,232 Points Tajudeen Shah (10/20/2014 4:57:00 AM)

    Dear Blessed Bard,
    Salam.
    See, with all humility must i admit my fervent wish to quaff off every drop of versification you have blessed this PH domain. To me, as was duly and deeply engaged into the beauty of nature you have depicted in this verse, i never wanted, expected, can't imagine of a teen aged widow a human being. i read till the end with the hope that the teen aged widow should be a personified version of a natural aspect/phenomenon. well, in any case, the early morning fishermen, tender sun with his golden glory, fading moon by the distant pale firmament, slow bluish flakes of clouds, cool zephyr that whispers chaff unto the maturing blooms.. ah.. haunts me.. rather makes me board a flight of exceptional ecstasy unnamed and untold ever. well, that much inspiring and romance infusing has this verse been, and i am afraid might engage my sole soul in sweet and sedation of sentiments too... wonderful, mashaAllah, Allah Hafiz. take care, this is a reminder poem for me, as i have versed a morning in one of those poems, reference to an early morning train journey over a bridge that lined in between a south indian backwater... lake, sea all near by... rgds. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,920 Points Paul Sebastian (10/16/2014 4:45:00 AM)

    The Sun Lady raises a crescendo upon waking and nature worship her every early morning. On the other hand, by the bank is a young pretty widow, her dreams dashed, left alone to fend for herself, because her husband had gone to fight a war and get killed. Beauty and darkness of life. Reflective and poignant. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,920 Points Paul Sebastian (10/16/2014 4:44:00 AM)

    The Sun Lady raises a crescendo upon waking and nature worship her every early morning. On the other hand, by the bank is a young pretty widow, her dreams dashed, left alone to fend for herself, because her husband had gone to fight a war and get killed. Beauty and darkness of life. Reflective and poignant. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,920 Points Paul Sebastian (10/16/2014 4:43:00 AM)

    The Sun Lady raises a crescendo upon waking and nature worship her every early morning. On the other hand, by the bank is a young pretty widow, her dreams dashed, left alone to fend for herself, because her husband had gone to fight a war and get killed. Beauty and darkness of life. Reflective and poignant. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 69 Points Naima Ansari (10/5/2014 2:04:00 AM)

    Sir, its really true how the world of a widow differs with others' lives.Your pretty decription suggests that you are quite chivalric. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 149 Points Bisma Mirza (7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM)

    The comparison in this poem is really meaningful and touches the heart! [3 amazing one! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 460 Points V P Mahur (6/28/2014 1:29:00 AM)

    Dear Bro,
    it is a very sorrowful tale. it is a fact that these foolish wars give deep sorrows to so many persons. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,662 Points Valsa George (5/25/2014 11:25:00 PM)

    The contrast drawn between the two sights is intense. The picture of the teenaged widow is so disturbing.... How war shatters the hopes and dreams of young minds...! How many hopes the young couple must have entertained and what dream castle they must have erected. In no time everything fell down like a pack of cards! A poignant write! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,594 Points Ramesh Rai (5/12/2014 10:14:00 AM)

    My mother was a widow below teen. how much tough it was to manage the family and society when there was no custom for widow marriage during those days. thanks to raja rammohan roy who has eradicated this custom from root. but amongst the middle class family it is grt tragedy. Very rare person xcept the widower will accept generously. A great write. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,594 Points Ramesh Rai (5/12/2014 10:12:00 AM)

    My mother was a widow below teen. how much tough it was to manage the family and society when there was no custom for widow marriage during those days. thanks to raja rammohan roy who has eradicated this custom from root. but amongst the middle class family it is grt tragedy. Very rare person xcept the widower will accept generously. A great write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 75 Points Yash Shinde (4/28/2014 10:29:00 PM)

    ........Wars cannot resolve issues, yet overturn people, their lives and property. So wasteful they are...
    A poignant write, with lovely description of an raw widow, a just married damsel..........
    A lovely write my friend (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,018 Points * Sunprincess * (4/4/2014 8:34:00 PM)

    ......oh this is a sad write....war is like a monster taking so many people....and time does not heal all wounds....sure this young girl will agree with me... (Report) Reply

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