Humanity Grown Old Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Humanity Grown Old
Every wrinkle with a record how it saved itself from sharp stones,
How it fought the war of survival against the metallic weapons,
Black marks of gun powder penetrated from skin to the bones,
Ignoring the question how it'll save itself from nuclear demons,
It has conquered the moon and is now walking in the space
Facing there many challenges with a smile on its wrinkled face.
If there is one hardworking laborer to move a man pushed vehicle
Elevating humanity to the heights on difficult ascending elevations
Inhaling service, adding love in the blood, sending it to the auricle
I see ventricle sending love to the brain polluted with depressions,
May the breathed out hate be consumed by the deadly demon!
Let the weapon breath out coexistence as trees breath out oxygen.
The humanity is still charming like a couple enjoying life on the hills
No worry love is still the most powerful instinct of the sick old man
I hope this slave of his instincts though weak can face the thrills
That come on his way on a hill station; can he love, yes he can,
It's not yet dead, it thinks more, the humanity might have grown old
With silver on its head, in its heart it has a thick mass of glittering gold.
excellently compose this poem great sense of humanism The humanity is still charming like a couple enjoying life on the hills No worry love is still the most powerful instinct of the sick old man /// vote//10++++++++++++++++++
A powerful write on a great theme. Despite pains and sufferings encountered by humanity, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10+++
...May the breathed out hate be consumed by the deadly demon! .. I say amen to that. Humanity will continue kicking, because being old is more on the perception when love can always be renewed. A fine writing, dear poet!
....'''can he love, yes he can, ....................... excellently JA JI U speak of HUMANITY Your instincts are deep and sound hope all will hear your ringing sound without limitations of any bounds great wisdom you share who can or poets like me with you ourselves compare most are the dhoool of land many say its called sand but still we are all grand as we both friends walk hand inn hand let us make this land a humanities achievement GRAND
Humanity, although old and wrinkled, has gone through a lot and survived, and (hopefully) it will survive in the future too. We can only hope for the best. A beautiful poem Mr Jawad. Thanks for sharing.
The humanity is still charming like a couple enjoying life on the hills No worry love is still the most powerful instinct of the sick old man.......I liked the expression! (10)
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5/6/2024 4:58:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Metallic weapons which are used in war provoke thought and bring sadness to many. Wrinkle with a record emotion it saved itself from sharp stones with tear and fear. But all need peace with decorative flowers. Sweet delicious fruits are peaceful. Only love builds paradise. An interesting poem is excellently penned...10