Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 116,795 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

A Conjugal Breakfast - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A conjugal love may lack the thrills of romance,
but from dawn to dusk it's music and dance,
listen to the tune of china clay utensils,
see him, he is busy with paper and pencils,
on the dining table with a bouquet of flowers,
flowers more interested in the pencil's showers.
Daddy is starring at the back of Mom,
below the table lovely pet dear Tom,
what the hell he is doing is it painting or writing,
whatever it may be, it must be exciting.
Lo, she has brought the dishes at last.
how delicious and tasty is the hot break fast!
Daddy is washing his hands in the toilet,
now it's easy the paper we can get,
Mom! Look at it it's your nude!
You must condemn this vulgar attitude!
You are right my love, my dear sweet hearts,
I am tired of his poems, his paintings and arts,
Give it to me, let me burn it alive,
She takes it and keeps in the valley of bee hive.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, love, wife

Comments about A Conjugal Breakfast by Akhtar Jawad

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/21/2015 4:43:00 PM)

    Very beautiful expression you have done for lovable readers. A conjugal love may lack the thrills of romance,
    but from dawn to dusk it's music and dance scribbles interesting mind with nice imagery everywhere. This again brings union and affection in family. Interesting and fantastic poem shared...10
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  • (11/21/2015 12:55:00 AM)

    from your perspective it was a work of art
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  • Gajanan Mishra (11/20/2015 8:36:00 PM)

    music and dance, smile and hive all are there.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015

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