Akhtar Jawad Grandchild Poems

1.
A Grandchild

I see a grave very small,
Inside it an infant is sleeping,
His soul is away but where is the soul,
I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly,
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2.
My Grandchild

I see you scattered everywhere,
too far, too near, here and there.
Can't You come to me in person?
Are you behind the grills of a prison?
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