Akhtar Jawad Poems

I arose early in the morning, a routine every day,
Washed may hands, brushed my teeth, washed my face,
Cleaned my hair, washed my foot, tried to have a little of the grace,
Proceeded towards light, with a mortal clay.
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Wearing a transparent gown,
In that I am completely exposed.
Anyone can see my front
and can see my back.
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Terror is instinct, seen in dejected,
In the weaker creatures,
Who can't face the powers,
And strength of flash-eaters.
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So it's your day, all right okay,
let it be a day of beauty and charms.
I have brought a new dress for you,
a set of colorful bangles,
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Here in a garden of flowers you see,
Beneath the shades of a flamboyant tree,
Two pillows in love, and facing each other,
Placed for grandfather and grandmother,
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The rivals met in the city of gardens,
icy hands though couldn't be heated,
coldness decreased to a certain extent,
but the true love story is still awaited.
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Dew drops are symbol of purity,
Tears of joy from infinity,
An acknowledgement of divinity,
Tears of joy or a charity,
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Hard plow and sowing the seeds of dreams,
Sweats extracted from the blood of a farmer,
Obliged the earth who prayed for her son,
Watered by faith’s ever flowing streams,
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Itni bhi na preet karo jo tumko main lauta na sakoon,
Keyon itni unchee urti ho, main dhoondhoon tumhein aur pa na sakoon.
Aakash pe lekar jati hoon main dhool tumhare charnon ki,
Yeh mang kabhi dekhi hi nahin, haiy bhool tumhare nainon ki.
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Arose sweetheart, the night is gone,
Like a warming sun she ogles the clay,
And the clay says it’s not enough,
Get up for a hug, it’s your day.
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