Death Is A Slit And Life A Slut Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Death Is A Slit And Life A Slut
I am sure someone listens to me,
but I don't listen to and I don't see,
Alas! I don't know who he is,
but I think of him, so he should be?
I was told he lives above seventh sky,
Is there a sky, I get no reply,
no sky means no heaven and no hell,
but why we smile and why we cry?
Powerful hunts and the helpless hunted,
fittest survives and unfit is shunted,
is the last line of his write elsewhere,
and we the first line a little indented?
On an endless beach this earth is a hut,
beautiful sexy with a golden cut,
like a tourist I have come for a single night,
death is a slit and life is a slut?
I brought a goat so ignorant,
gave nice foods and caress pleasant,
she licked my hands she licked my foot,
till I cut her throats she was adherent!
And so I am the innocent goat,
too adherent till he cuts my throat,
still I pray and still I play,
with the bitter pills with a sugar coat!
I think of him so he should be,
I feel him though I don't see,
still I hope for me is a day,
he will reply he listens to me!
For all the goat's adherence and worship, it still met its end. A powerful poem
Another classy poem. You have spoken for all of us here. A very gratifying read. Thoughts beautifully translated into words that we all want to say but often cannot articulate. Big big 10
We all are in transition period and this world is just one more station... We don't know what is stored for us beyond this world but yes we do go through these unanswered questions from time to time. Thought provoking poem... My compliments...10 for leaving a trail of questions to solve.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Dear Akhtar Sahib, a wonderful poem. I don't think we are goats for him since he provides us with so much. Death is just a mere transformation, a change of clothes for some and our souls are free to return. I recently came to learn that death is a wonderful experience for most, those who die peaceful deaths or natural deaths. As for those who suffer in this life, the more hardships they endure the more better the eternal life. Thank you for the wonderful and thought provoking poem.