In The Nest Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Let us hope there will be a sunny day,
A long waited day for the tired clay,
Followed by clouds, lightning, thunders and rains,
A day of washing the mud stains,
An old tree is washed and is now shocking green,
On the topmost branch a bird singing a sad song,
The longest hot day of June is too long,
Somewhere I have lost my love in the heat strokes,
Though a monkey entertained me with his jokes,
My tears could not stop how can I smile?
A self made isolation, a self imposed exile!
A petty small dispute with my old spouse,
In a rage I left my nest, my lovely house,
A flower springs and is kissed by a butterfly,
The poet listens to the sound of pen at the sky,
The sky though already blue becomes shocking blue,
The lonely bird dreams a message, "I still love you."
Morning is turned in noon and noon in an evening,
And lo! On the sky we see a full moon shining,
She gathers courage and kills her killing ego,
"I shall go back to my nest, yes, I will go."
She takes off; the wings are supported by wet blows,
Waiting for her, sleepless, on the open windows,
Both hug each other, cry and then smile,
Love wipes their tears; the ego is now in exile.
Ears listen to a sound of kiss and eyes see in the nest,
Two birds in a deep sleep, after love a couple at rest.