One Can’t Control His Dreams Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Sweet little fairy I saw you smiling,
When your head was resting at my old left arm,
I was mesmerized with the beauty and charm,
Was it your face with so much grace?
Or a fairy was dreaming and singing and dancing,
Where you were my pink rosy bud?
You appeared a pretty little angel to me,
Whisper in my ear did you see Him somewhere?
With whom you were playing and what was the game?
Did He tell you his sweet lovely name?
What was the language He spoke to you?
Were there children and you played with them?
What was the color and religion of the children?
Did you talk the children and if you talked,
What was the language of the children they spoke?
Next time when you dream may I follow you sweetheart?

All I can say there were children,
From various parts of the lovely universe,
Yes there were many aliens too,
Besides black and white and brown children,
I saw fairies of many wonderful colors,
Colors we don’t see on the earth anywhere,
Aroma I don’t find in the flowers of the earth,
Love is the religion of the wonderful land,
Friendship is the law enforced in the garden,
Surprise I did not see any law enforcer,
Even then the law was honored by all,
Men and animals and the lovely birds,
Everyone spoke in music of the body,
Music that is heard when touches our body,
The body speaks it sings it dances,
There was no sun there was no moon,
A peace giving cool white light I saw,
That turned in a rainbow of millions of colors,
I’m sorry Grand Pa! You can’t follow me to Him,
It’s a dream and one has no control on his dreams!