Calendars Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Calendars
Make it a December to remember,
But how, should it be my surrender?
To whom and what I should render,
Love it, not yet looking for new calendar,
But I loved more the previous ones,
Cute and pretty are their young ones,
Wish I could hang on the decaying wall,
The seventy two calendars I had, all,
To cover the cracks of my old wall,
I need all of them whether large or small,
Replacing a calendar makes me sad,
Return my lost calendars I shall be glad,
I don't know if I am really ascending,
Or I am more and more descending,
Helpless before the time and its writ
I'll have to surrender and replace it.
Who knows it may the last greenery
Or I shall have once more a scenery.
(A post of my friend (at Facebook) Maria Strong Abella made me thoughtful to write this poem)
We remember December to say goodbye and we welcome January with much care. Both we do in winter season. We love previous calendars as well as new calendars too. Emotion comes but unity shines. A great observatory poem is beautifully written...10
Each year of LIFE must be engraved carved and painted/PRINTED as a FRESH Calendar which may last as a memory for yeas WONDERFUL THOUGHTS SIR JA
Wonderfully crafted sir. I mean seventy two calenders as seventy two years age passed. It is a philosophical poem having stunning expression. Appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 1:07:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a thoughtful write Akhtarji! ! ...even I am 72....I feel this poem suits me too...lots of congratulations and pranams....thank you