As Long As Poem by Akhtar Jawad

As long as I love all other men,
beasts and birds and the crawling insects,
the muslin that covers and protects the earth,
the sun and the moon and the twinkling stars,
distant galaxies how many may be there,
there will be no dooms day,
and I know I shall survive,
to let my children play with the pets,
to let my children run on a lawn,
and,
to let a lover see the face of beloved,
in the shining moon at starry sky,
in the colorful flowers, in the greenery of earth,
in the clouds that rise for fine heavy rains,
in the rivers that leave their father's home,
the old mountains with a silken white beard,
the melted ice while flowing on plains,
getting hot and flowing like a girl in love,
exciting and inviting a diver of love,
to swim in the waves of the virgin river,
and to lead the river to the deep blue sea,
with a shell carrying the pearl of love,
and as long as I dive in the sea,
to bring the the pearls in the arms of earth,
the grandmother earth will remain engaged,
in making a pretty shining chain,
with a number of pearls,
and she will cut her bosom,
for a heart shaped locket of pink diamond,
the grandmother will survive,
she will not expire,
there will be no dooms day.

But the embryo of the day,
is sleeping in the seeds of hate,
selfishness and thirst of power,
greed to exploit the resources of others,
religious extremism,
and belief of men in the promised lands.
The hate full hearts are in possession of the seeds.
The day on which these seeds will be sown,
the old grand mother will be forced to grow,
radio active trees of dooms day fire,
lucky will be he who will be burnt with her,
unlucky will he who will survive in the fire,
Like the survivals of Hiroshima and Nagasaki!