Perhaps I Am Writing A Poem Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Perhaps I Am Writing A Poem
At 0430 hours I left hot bed in a cold winter,
being called by nature,
or an alarm of a conjugal love,
or being blessed by God,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
When I switched on the light,
saw a sick woman who was sometimes ago,
a model of service,
a model of sacrifice,
a model of beauty,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
Even now when she feels well,
a nice cook, cooks nice dishes,
a beautician, makes up and looks so appealing,
or a beloved, a teen aged girl,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
By 0630 hours, I cleaned the utensils,
boiled water for drinking,
had a cup of tea with some biscuits,
I think she is an amazing investor,
or a foresighted trader,
or just a true lover,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
In morning prayers someone whispered,
I don't like you while you offer the prayers,
or when you cry on your sins,
or when you feel proud of your prayers,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
I didn't like you, in fact I loved you,
when you looked at her with a smile,
or when you were busy in sweeping and cleaning,
or when you were boiling water for drinking,
perhaps all the three,
three in one and one in three.
You never cease to amaze me with your range. You document the full scope of human emotion in a very unique way
This is true love. The kind that God responds to. An amazing read. Thank you Akhtarji.
Tu pehaley sey bhi jayeda aab hasin lag rhi hai, Aaye najni aye husno pari tu mujhey aab jayeda lubha rhi hai, WO aur baat thi jab wajey mere pass bhi this aur tere pass bhi mohabbat ki, Aab bina wajey ki mohabbat tujhey mera khuda bana rhi hai, Sath jaruri bhaut hai aab tera mujhko tujhey mera, Meri jubaan ladkhada rhi hai mohabbat bayan ho rhi hai... Meri umar dhal rhi hai, mohabbat jawan ho rhi hai.... My tribute to your eternal love....... Grrrt penned sir.. Young, energetic, romantic.... Jabardast
I didn't like you, in fact I loved you, when you looked at her with a smile, or when you were busy in sweeping and cleaning, or when you were boiling water for drinking, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three...........in these situations words become worthless and meaningless....which remains is the silent love and sweet refreshing smell of love and affection.......lovely poem.... loved it......thank you for this wonderful sharing sir :)
I didn't like you, in fact I loved you, when you looked at her with a smile, or when you were busy in sweeping and cleaning, or when you were boiling water for drinking, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three. Babajan! Amma is going to love you even more for being so understanding and compassionate towards her needs. The most beautiful relationship on earth and you set a path to the youth through this beautiful poem, of loving, caring and understanding her when she is at the sunset of her life, when her physical beauty fades and her body gives up and yet love her with all your being for making your house a home. Awesome poem, filled with so much of wisdom.100++++
By 0630 hours, I cleaned the utensils, boiled water for drinking, had a cup of tea with some biscuits, I think she is an amazing investor, or a foresighted trader, or just a true lover, perhaps all the three, three in one and one in three............................. This is what a woman's love does to a man! He becomes understanding and helps her reduce her burden!
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4/26/2024 4:41:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a poignat and painful poem Akhtar sahaab. I am speechless....