Beauty, Love And Pain Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Somewhere in a green valley,
below the high mountains,
a number of poplar trees,
dense leaves,
partly green and partly red,
beneath these trees,
I am sitting for some rest.
It’s too hot.

I recollect my beloved,
in a green and red contrast,
how dense she was,
in a hot noon,
beneath a mango tree,
my head on her thighs,
her palms on my face,
I love you sweet heart!
suddenly I felt pain on my neck,
red ants bite my neck,
there were a few drops of tears,
I was relieved of the pain,
My father is marrying me with his boss,
and I cannot refuse.
She left the place.

The two places resemble so much.
My beloved is not here,
But her memories are with me,
And no red ants are here.
A few leaves just like her palm,
fell on my face,
I love this scenery!
Suddenly I felt pain on my neck,
this time no tears
to relieve me of pain,
Believe it or not
sparks from the tree!
hurt me,
I left the place.

Where there is beauty
there is love.
Where there is love
there is pain.