Thanksgiving Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Thanks to the beauty that attracted my heart,
Thanks to the light that bisected my heart,
Now two hearts in the bosom so weak,
See deep in the earth with my eyes on the peak,
The truth of skies gently pushes to the ground,
Where there is man so pretty and profound.

The old juvenile with the child so cute,
During game when faces a quarrelsome dispute,
The child is clever and he cheated old man,
The annoyed grandfather says I see, yes I can.

The second heart from the deep inside,
Control yourself warn you to abide,
Remember you too have been dishonest,
Calm my friend and complete what is rest.

Although too old but he can lift the child,
Can please and caress someone soft and mild,
Can smile with his joys can cry on his pains,
Child pisses on him and washes the stains.

The second heart from the deep inside,
Says welcome smiling it's better than the tide,
That took to island of sinful desires,
That blackened your face with smoke and fires.

I love you my child and I know my God,
Is a better forgiver with smiling nod,
I have only two but his hearts infinite,
We see a few in the kindness of elite.

Who can pay thanks we can only try,
A moment it may be when He opens sky,
Like a night bird please let me fly,
Towards the moon until wings are shy.