Akhtar Jawad Poems

The man reflected in his poetry is handsome and nice
From Odisa the land of green crops of rice
To the land of lovely and joyful festivals
I have only love to pay your poems' price.
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Pretty, colorful flying graces,
Gliding in air, twittering everywhere,
I have seen their smiling faces,
Loyal to spouse, no affair.
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Life ending quickly and has almost passed,
Nothing is remained; the limits have been crossed,
Like a dry leaf with a pale faded face,
No glory of the past, or shine or glace,
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I don’t know it’s love or something else,
But when I don’t see you at least once in a day,
Don’t like to speak, when constrained to speak,
I don’t listen to my words as to what I say,
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It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout!
The heat inside now shrieks for outing,
The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you,
And what I inhale is shivering my body,
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I am a solute,
a heart,
and I have been dissolved
in a solvent,
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I know someone who never knew me,
I know when she goes to bed,
And when she awakens in the morning,
I know how she stands before a mirror,
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Happy birthday to everyone who was born on this day,
Live and let others live that's what I can say,
A happy and prosperous life I pray,
My beloved granddaughter was born today,
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There is a point,
Where love and hate,
Touch each other,
And the blow of winds,
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When I am annoyed by my son and daughters,
My grand children come to me,
In a hot summer the soothing showers,
A rainbowpleasing to see.
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