A Prayer Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Mend the rough wood in a polished work of art,
Mend the burning sand in a green and fertile soil,
Mend the stones in a statue of a sweet fair lady,
Overdue from your side is an effective turmoil,
We're ready to face consequences of a revolution,
The world is sick, a victim of mental pollution!

Do something, my earth is in a pitiable state,
Interfere My God! Send something for the cure,
Have sent someone on a mission of Save Earth!
The winds whisper and are right I am sure,
So should I expect a mission of promoters of love?
That's what I heard from a beautiful twittering dove.

Start your operation of mending from me,
I'm a man with dirty thoughts and ugly face,
Surrender to the mission of beautifying my world,
Mend me in a handsome man with glace and grace,
I am ready to face all that whatever are the pains,
Relieve me My God from the mental strains!