Akhtar Jawad Soldier Poems

Do not look at my white hair,
Do not look at my arm chair,
Look into my deep eyes,
Past preserved in the skies,
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The victorious army marching in the conquered land,
The stick of band master, though dancing in his hand,
Was amazed and shocked as the wind instruments,
Disobeyed his commands in the changed moments,
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It looks like a different dawn, an amazing dawn,
earth is the same, skies are the same,
but the sun has come with a different name,
account of love with the bank of heaven, although overdrawn,
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