A Compromise I Made - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A word widely misspelled, dictionary adds and justifies,
And over all accepted, a welcoming compromise.
An enemy of an enemy becomes an ally,
Just to win the war, it has nothing to shy.
A couple not having a good relationship still together passing the life
Just for their coming generations, a good husband and a good wife.
But a compromise on ethics has no excuse.
I condemn, and I refuse.
Yes, it was me, who wrote a poem with the title "Compromises",
Again it's me who smiles, rewrites it and boldly revises.
A compromise I made in love let me confess
The beautiful forbidden fruit it's might you can guess
Yes, I became disobedient and forgot all the ethics
Hot dynamics of life overruled the frozen statics!
Long ago in a beautiful garden I don't know who "He" is?
A naughty friend who let me knew as to who "She" is.
After knowing her I don't need to know anyone else
She now rules my heart and moves with my pulse.
Helplessly, with ethics, I made a decent compromise
Never mind, in love the ethics one may revise.
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