Fire And Movement Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I know sweet heart your arms of beauty,
I know sweet heart your charms of beauty,
You moved with all the forms of beauty,
You attacked my heart with storms of beauty.

I remember your art how you captured my heart,
I remember your eyes that injured my heart,
I remember your lips that tortured my heart,
I remember your cheeks that procured my heart,
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On the borders of emotions you fired from eyes,
Your silky hairs were missiles from skies,
With the roses of cheeks ignoring my cries,
With the ropes of love and knots and ties!

In the cover of this fire pinning down my brain,
Killing troops of wisdom and my refrain,
Like Cleopatra captured, no blood no stain,
You came dancing in the tyrant terrain.

You shattered all lines of defense I had,
Paralyzed the guns of offense I had,
I couldn't withdraw, with the pence I had,
I forgot all whence and thence I had.

Keeping climax of love in reserve you marched,
The dressing of my soul you nicely starched
Hot iron of your hands gave a shining award,
My soul was unmoved and a victim of retard.

No ally came for the rescue and helpless I was,
My wisdom shown his back thoughtless I was,
Deaf and dumb, blind in love, harmless I was,
Unconditional surrender, cause arm-less I was.

You are ruling my heart, about five decades!
Mutiny of my soul although still in the shades,
Go ahead, are the signals with divine upgrades,
Independence from you, and the worldly trades!

(In the terminology of battles Fire and Movement is a tactics to capture the enemy's post. Troops are divided in three sections. One is kept reserved to meet any sudden failure. One of the sections opens fire to pin down the enemy and the second section marches forward settles at a suitable place and opens fire. In cover of this fire first section marches and is settled at another suitable place and opens fire. Now the second section attacks from the rear of enemy for the final dog fight.)