A Peaceful Sunday Dawn Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Throughout the Saturday night,
everyone suffering from a fever
was either out to enjoy the night
or busy on his cell phone.
No, they didn't have time to talk to a loved one.
The basic purpose of a cell phone
to talk to someone
they have forgotten.
They don't have time to ask the friends or acquaintances
if they are all right.
Are they in some sort of trouble
and need any help.
The mentally tired old man took advantage of it.
He went to bed early and enjoyed a deep and peaceful sleep.
Nature was so happy with him
that it awarded him with a lovely dawn
in that he couldn't listen to a human voice.
The pleasant twilight and chirping of birds
welcomed old man.
He sat on the wet green carpet
With the dancers whose legs were firmly held by the earth
whose hands were signaling the skies to send their breaths
that may touch the hidden beauty of their colorful parts.
And lo,
pleasant and passionate winds came
touched the virgin buds
and the flowers hypnotized the old man.
He became a part of the colors and fragrance
and his colorful and fragrant thoughts
inspired him to react with a beauty
that he always lacked on other days.
Thanks to a silent, peaceful and creative Sunday dawn!
The tired noise makers are still in their beds.