A Truly Good Morning Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A morning that starts with washing
Followed by the early dawn prayers,
A get-together for jointly dreaming,
For the game of life and its players,

I played fairly; successes or failures,
Gold, silver, bronze or without medals,
A bright face having trinity of allures,
A lovely morning of opening petals,

Peace of mind though I couldn't do
What should have done for the men!
Wrong that has been done can't undo
In my right hand there's just a pen!

My love is like endless space and time,
I write for peace and human brotherhood,
In the book of nationalism it's a major crime,
A poet like me is always misunderstood!

My morning is truly a pink good morning,
Requesting sun, not too hot in the noon,
I start waiting for aurora of the evening,
Good evening Venus good night moon,

Another day passed and no war out broke
USA and Iran both realize its aftereffects,
Tearful eyes of humans effectively spoke,
He listens to the tears His mirror reflects.