Nightingale Of The Moment Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The distance was less than a yard,
But my brain was a coward,
So the distance was never reduced,
One on the top that remains confused.

Above is my brain and below is my heart,
And it does not know the diving art,
The whole day passed in a painful struggle,
The night came with an amazing shuttle.

Sometimes it was brain in the garden of heart,
Sometimes it was heart in deserts of the brain,
Dreams! How naughty, but thanks to your naught,
Shuttle! I love you and my love is a chain.

Alas! The night is crying and I see dew drops,
Deliver the message O wind! The shuttle stops,
Tears of the wind shall shine like a pearl,
Breathing anyhow, tell me, Heaven or the Hell?

The shuttle is stranded somewhere in-between,
The drums I now hear but the drummer, still unseen!
A lady with a lamp I see Nightingale of the Moment,
Waking whole night near the bed of a dying patient.

The best words I ever heard, a smile never seen earlier,
Wrapped in a black skin a white heart so much dear,
"The patient is now completely out of danger."
The shuttle started its dance. My sister, my mother!


What a relief in such a moment if a woman is near.
To remove the distance between hearts and the brains,
Lucky to have you in the time of need, thank you dear,
Love and service has washed out my confusing stains.

In your love, in your service I saw and I listened to God,
God exists, the shuttle perfectly runs with a positive nod.

(In between the night of 31st March and 1st April,2008; I saw God and listened to Him in a human disguise, again when I came back home, someone said that I made everyone an April fool. Both are humans, no human is a God but His glimpses are often seen in some humans. Prophet Muhammad, peace upon him, said that God has created humans with His looks.)