Treasure Island

Akhtar Jawad

(8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

An Invitation


When the birds come down,
And take shelter in the dense,
Thick branches of the trees,
And below the shades,
Of large tall buildings,
And the wind starts blowing,
And the dust starts flying,
And the dry leaves,
Rise from the earth,
And move like kites,
The windows are shaken,
Their glass is broken,
Locks fail to work,
And a door is open.

The sun light turns dim,
She comes with thunders,
With all her wonders,
And pleasing lovely charms,
With her stretched arms,
The trees then dance,
Their leaves truly green,
Their branches swing,
The street like a river,
And the children in streets,
With their boats of paper,
Make noise and play.

He receives a call,
From a shy lovely girl,
Can't you come to me,
I have made the snacks,
Of your taste so wild,
That you like in rains,
Have a cup of tea,
I am alone at home.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

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The rains sometimes loosen the locks and opens the doors.

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  • Valsa George (8/27/2014 7:47:00 AM)

    You have created a wonderful setting....! The pouring rain, swirling wind, shaking trees, floating leaves and children playing with paper boats! In the midst of all this hullaballoo, a timid beautiful girl has extended an invitation to you to have a cup pf hot tea with her! How can you turn it down! (Report) Reply

    Akhtar Jawad (8/27/2014 9:50:00 AM)

    Valsa, it's just my imagination. I confess i am romantic by nature, moreover, I try to create some romance for my readers who, like me, are romantic by nature. But when a woman penetrates in a poem she comes with all her charms. You, too, become naughty (but loving) with this old aged child.

  • Savita Tyagi (8/26/2014 6:35:00 PM)

    Sharing a cup of tea on a rainy day is one of the best pleasure of life. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

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