Dooms Day Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I don't know who are you?
What you are and where you are?
We all are blind but we can touch you
or otherwise you touch us.
Whether you are a wave of light
over a mosque at Makkah?
A wave is there that cures
the sick hearts and infected brains.
Or a wave of Ganges propagating
from Himalayas to the Bay of Bengal?
A wave is there that cures
the sick hearts and infected brains.
Or a sound of the bell
that rings at Jerusalem?
A wave is there that cures
the sick hearts and infected brains.
When you are in me,
I am a man,
when not in me,
I am merely matter.

Energy is ancient and it is conserved,
it is transformed from one form to another,
neither it can be created nor destroyed,
we cannot add anything to it,
we cannot subtract anything from it,
neither it can be multiplied nor divided.
Energy is the soul of the entire universe.
It creates and it destroys the life,
it evolves the molecules of the matter,
it arranges molecules in an amazing structure,
and the matter starts moving
according to its sweet will,
it starts breathing and reproducing.

But the most lovely,
beautiful and wonderful moment
was the moment when the matter broke
in male and female cells,
the first moment of love,
hate and jealousy
started an era of pleasures and pains.
I salute to that wonderful moment,
when love started ruling the universe!
How nicely man handled the energy!
Energy I cannot see you
bur for me it's enough
that I see your wonderful applications.

Dear energy!
We all are always in your access
but slowly and gradually
you are also coming in our access!
I know when our access will be so much
that we shall try to split the electrons
that will be the Dooms Day.