A Child Is Not So Helpless Like A Man Poem by Akhtar Jawad

His innocent dreams,
like laser beams,
touching you,
while you are moving on the road,
are at all not harming,
not at all warming,
making a few naughty prints of light,
that don't exist long,
not willfully,
I know some times the flowers of light,
are made on the places,
though hidden in curtains,
but become distinct,
and twinkle like stars,
but for a while only,
spotlight is tiny,
but doesn't it make your walking
on a dirty road,
not a dance but something that tends to a dance,
it appears to me like this,
I know you can't see yourself completely,
ask someone else
you angry lady,
you really appeared so cute,
but for a while only,
move forward,
could have taken it smiling
why so cross?
You don't know the child on the roof,
is frightened and afraid!
When a child stops smiling
you don't know but God also stops.
Please move forward,
and let someone else take your place,
My fair lady!
Waves her hands to the child,
see how happy is the child,
with a toy in his hand,
yes,
I brought this toy for him,
a torch so small,
with colorful laser beams
making flowers of light,
on the dirty mud,
as the gutters in Karachi,
are over flown always,
but the road is not dead,
many are moving on the dirty road,
with their handkerchiefs on the nose,
and the child is at least
adding a thing of beauty
to the ugly scenery,
what else he could do?
Where adults and grownups are helpless,
a child is not so helpless like a man!