Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 16,644 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

My Earth My Love


Alone I came,
Alone I shall die,
In between,
Is a passing show!
A blow,
That raised the flames,
To a climax,
When achieved,
Was nothing but a mirage!
And with all my courage,
I continued my flight,
But the goal of life,
The apex of soul,
Was out of sight,
Still out of sight.

But the love to survive,
Could not spare anyone,
How can spare myself!
It's love that has made,
Many charming idols,
And the love says to me,
Go on believing in the light,
You inherit, you know,
Like any other light,
It's nice and bright.

Let the truth be hidden,
At the heights infinite,
Even if not unveiled,
Won't bring any pain,
So get rid of strain,
And go back to the earth,
And wait for D Day.

It's not for you,
It's a job of saints,
To fly so high,
In search of a truth,
That is locked in the lockers,
And secured by blockers!
Your apex is the earth,
It's really beautiful,
Add a beauty if you can,
Or remain satisfied,
With the charms existing,
But don't destroy,
The ornaments of your mother,
With your ugly hands!

Submitted: Saturday, August 30, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 30, 2014

Topic of this poem: earth


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If we cannot add anything to the beauty of mother earth, we can at least protect the existing beauties.

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  • Gold Star - 12,662 Points Valsa George (8/31/2014 3:31:00 AM)

    We cannot always love things which we haven't seen or felt, but we can always love something which appears nice and benevolent to us! Going after truths which are beyond man's grasp is the business of sages! As human beings, we are in constant touch with Mother Earth and it is something each human must love and try to preserve its pristine beauty without doing any damage to her as it is our home and our lodging between birth and death! A poem with a great message! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,739 Points Salini Nair (8/31/2014 2:12:00 AM)

    we came alone and die alone...in our tenure we have no right to harm any thing...fantastic write......... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,337 Points Neela Nath (8/30/2014 10:04:00 PM)

    A fantastic thought.From the beginning to the end there's a kind of magnetic attraction that pulls us towards the diction.And thought? I find two hands are protecting the beauty and wealth of the mother Earth. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,579 Points Savita Tyagi (8/30/2014 7:56:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. words flowing so naturally. Love the last lines. Earth is beautiful. Our home, our mother and our guardian. No other world is for us. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 460 Points V P Mahur (8/30/2014 3:00:00 PM)

    Dear bro a nice poem with thoughtful interpretation. Thanks for your comments. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,963 Points Lorraine Colon (8/30/2014 1:34:00 PM)

    I liked your words - I felt them. We arrive alone - we die alone. What we do in between is so important. Everyone plays a part on the stage of life. We must do our best acting - so much depends on it. Excellent poem. (Report) Reply

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