Indeed they were very good twins,
they were born together played together and grown up together.
One who was elder, a couple of hours only, but mightier,
when he became a poet
the youngera philosopher,
didn't like it.
The first poem, breathing, reproducing and growing poem,
was badly criticized by the philosopher.
"Your poem will reproduce many other poems
Religious extremism,
In your name poems of bloodshed,
poems onkillings and rapes,
poems on imperialism and terror,
poems on child abuse,
poems on homosexual acts and other sex vices
you will see one day your poems will be changed into porn.
Your poetry will become ugly and you will yourself burn
all books of your poetic collections.
My imagination is seeing what is going to happen soon.
I can show you what the fate of your love poem is!
Better, you burn it right now. "
"Love poem", the poet with a smile replied,
"So you agree it's a love poem.
How can I burn my love poem?
With it,
love will also be turned into ashes.
By the way,
what is porn I am unaware."
Indeed they were very good twins, they were born together played together and grown up together. One who was elder, a couple of hours only, but mightier, when he became a poet the younger a philosopher, ....nice beginning. Beautiful poem with nice imaginary.
what can i say //a romantic poet wants and has his way// philosophers today are remnants of the past..//most have perished fast ///only poets as twins last// females mostly as you say// but males also have eared your ears/// like the couple here you hear.....you have also read many of mine ////and a few well known Indian poets and ah we happen to be males mistake not not females in garbs of males
A beautiful poem that captures the essence of being a Poet and Poetry.In Poetry we can dwell on many things, so encompassing that our mind can travel into the farthest distance. Our imagination can create wonders that even the Poet is awed at his creation.
Wow, a magnificent write. Akhtar Jawad is both a Poet and a Philosopher A two in one mind, a product of having high and rich imagination.
So you agree it's a love poem. How can I burn my love poem? With it, love will also be turned into ashes. By the way, what is I am unaware. Your imagaination is so powerful my dear poet Akhtar. very fine poem poet, philosopher, . love poems and. thank u. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem. Even when the world is viewed with a different angle, something common exists at its very core. That core essence is love.