The Deceiving Dreams Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Deceiving Dreams
A deceiving dawn when starts my day,
And she when wears a lovely contrast,
Shocking pink prints, bluish back ground,
See a passing show of the dancers at last.
I am deceived and in hopes of a day,
With me are all outcomes of the clay.
Birds are chirping and flowers swinging,
Starts struggle of searching provisions,
Insects, sucking the living sweet nectar,
A beautiful colleague with sexy visions!
Bitterness bearable, the coating of sex!
Kindness or cleverness of one on apex!
Thoughts that made restless in the day,
In the hot and painful sweating sunlight,
The divine technician modifies in dreams,
Supplementing dreams by the moonlight,
Sends her to relieve all the day's strains,
I remember the days of deceptive stains!
(One of the charms of youth age that is never forgotten)
You will never grow old as long as you can still remember! ! thank you sir-10
Moonlight shines and Divine technician definitely modifies dream with charm of light. Very amazingly penned this poem is. Clever presentation makes this interesting....10
Very well said Charms of youth can never be forgotten. It just means still there is youthfulness in you. Keep riding on the charms of youthfulness Beautiful days well begins here. Heart is never too old to dream. Keep your heart young and evergreen. Beautiful poem. Loved reading each lines.
There is an element of youthful images from the past that keeps an energetic man going till the very end. Clay is such a basic substance. This is a co-incidence that the word has appeared in two poems today. Thanks, Akhtar Jawad Sahab, for sharing the poem. I quote: With me are all outcomes of the clay.
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You have a wonderful way of describing such things. Yes, There is still a bit of youthful thought in my greying head too