Akhtar Jawad Poems

Every day I see the golden rays
titillating the partly open dreaming eyes.
The virgins open a little,
show a glimpse of their colors,
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Colors of your image,
aroma of your petals,
taste of the honey,
I can only imagine
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I like the rotation of its lovely wings
Looks as if three beautiful maids
Opaque costume becoming transparent
Thanks for the naught, you naughty blades!
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After a fine mild rain,
I walked on the pavements,
Of a garden of flowers,
Aftershocks of showers,
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He opens his eyes at the dawn
someone scatters rays of spirituality on his face
and his face becomes a sun
throughout the day he lights the way of humanity.
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I don't know where the paradise is as I live in a Hell,
But a little I have heard and a little I can tell,
Unaware of the fairies white, yellow, black or brown,
Do they wear an opaque or a semi-transparent gown,
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The soil of Pakistan has always been fertile
Well-built and laborious men and their sweat
Born soldiers with love in their depths
It's a land green with crops of cotton and wheat.
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I watched a movie of Suraiya when I was a child,
Suraiya was an Indian popular star,
She exposed her tunes like a guitar,
An appealing beauty making every one wild.
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Shape like a heart in love of someone,
Having a name like the heroine of a love story,
All round I see the resorts for love,
Nude of the nature with a hidden glory.
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A conjugal love may lack the thrills of romance,
but from dawn to dusk it's music and dance,
listen to the tune of china clay utensils,
see him, he is busy with paper and pencils,
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