I Am Afraid Of A Day Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I Am Afraid Of A Day

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I am not afraid of a day,
when with tears in my eyes,
and pains in my heart,
my right hand on my head,
looking down at my feet,
shall ask my conscience,
as to why its grip on my brain,
was so much weak,
that it could not stop me
from committinga crime to the humans.

I am afraid of a day,
when I shall only listen to a deadly sound,
and face a temperature that can melt iron.
When my descendant with tears in his eyes,
burn marks on his entire body,
with both his hands on his head,
breathing anyhow in the smokes,
searching at the skies if the sun has appeared,
praying for the clouds and the rains,
sadly looking at the skeletons of the dead animals,
lying in the dried brown crops that are green now,
asking the historians,
as to why the grip of conscience was so much weak,
that it could not stop his ascendants ,
from raging a nuclear war!

Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wake up
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 27 August 2019

This touching and poignant write pinched my heart. No human being who care for his brother and the whole humanity could never be touched by the meaningful message that this beautiful write brings. Yes, all forms of war especially nuclear war must be abhorred. I hope this poem will be.Poem Of The Day for greater readership. Beautifully and brilliantly penned. Onto my Poem List.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 27 August 2019

This is an excellent poem so beautifully penned! Thanks dear sir for sharing...10

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 August 2019

I am afraid of a day, when I shall only listen to a deadly sound, and face a temperature that can melt iron.....so touching and impressive expression of nuclear war. We must wake up to have peace instead of war. Touchingly and beautifully penned poem is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.

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Aniruddha Pathak 27 August 2019

I fully agree with the sentiments of this poem. Yet, my hope is: no one should be so foolish as to hope to win a nuclear war. All wars are pyrrhoec, for the victor and the vanquished, and the nuclear one all the more. But there is no doubt about the poem.

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