In Search Of Beauty Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Instinct that titillates in timorous teen age,
Initiates a search of beauty and charms,
I have passed a sweet and amorous teen age,
Beauty I found in so many forms.
The search started in the middle of teens,
Titillations were pleasant in the beauty inside,
Nature taught me an art of preens,
I found within me a sweet lovely tide.
I thought nothing else is more beautiful,
Titillations that brought sweet dreams and lull!

Soon I was tired of the beauty within me,
Accelerated was the search of beauty once more,
Embryo of a poet grew enough to see,
Fine arts and literature having beauty of amore!
To watch Moti Mosque in the fort was amazed,
I saw pearl of love on my twentieth birthday
On the bank of Jamna my eyes what gazed,
An immortal beauty, no signs of decay!
Again I thought it's beauty at apex,
It will remain in the mind for ever as annex.

And then it was her lovely first sight,
I then knew that beauty is an eve,
Love of a maid in a moon lit night,
Beauty of the days I still conceive.
When days were passed in waiting for nights,
When beauty of dawn was annoying for me,
Dusk was inviting for the missing lovely sights,
With embracing eyelids, I remember and see.
What else is beauty I thought nothing was left,
I am proud of my youth for its charming theft.

Now at this age when she's old and sick,
I thought it's all over and beauty is dead,
Clay is roasted in a cold hard brick,
A chapter of beauty in a morning I read.
The sick old woman came out of the blanket,
Went to kitchen and prepared breakfast,
And then I heard a new tune of clarinet,
I am alive and I am still steadfast.
A promise I saw in her wet brown candles,
I shall soon recover till then please wait,
Don't you know love creates miracles,
Yes I shall come back to you straight.
Beauty I knew, true beauty I now know,
She is the same girl with the same old glow.