Akhtar Jawad Fire Poems

I know sweet heart your arms of beauty,
I know sweet heart your charms of beauty,
You moved with all the forms of beauty,
You attacked my heart with storms of beauty.
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Nature is always ahead of us,
in love we can't overtake the nature,
how naughty is the nature!
When one thinks to retire,
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What happens after death?
If nothing happens at all,
no worry.
But if something happens,
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What else is love an ecstasy that constrains
to forget the ethics, to put tomes on the shelf,
a petition against dry ice of the brains,
when the plaintiff becomes a justice himself,
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