Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 115,898 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Cry Of Sculptures - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Millions of years have passed,
The sculptor is busy in making his own idols,
I see billions of idols,
The efficiency of sculptor is increasing day by day,
And the tired sculptor is now deficient in breaking,
When he thinks an idol is complete,
And he looks into crystal eyes of the idol,
He sees himself grown more beautiful,
And we, the idols, broken many times,
Are broken once again,
That’s our fate!

The sculptor will remain busy in sculpturing,
We shall be broken again and again,
Our life is a gap,
When the tired sculptor dries his sweat,
We enjoy the gap for eighty or ninety or hundred years,
Or even more, or a gap too short!
Our life is just a gap!
For the sculptor just a few moments!
Let us enjoy this moment before we are broken!

Don’t waste it in hate,
We can pass it in love and friendship,
Come on sweetheart,
As a friend,
A beloved,
Whatever you like,
Let us hug each other,
Let us kiss each other,
At least shake the hands,
The sweat of sculptor,
Is about to dry,
Many idols will be broken,
And we may be one of the broken idols!

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Cry Of Sculptures by Akhtar Jawad

  • Hazel Durham (4/12/2015 8:24:00 AM)

    A heartfelt write about the joy of life is to love and to be kind to each other and to be able to forgive!
    Lovely write!
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  • Valsa George (4/7/2015 3:24:00 AM)

    With time every idol will be broken... a truth indisputable as any other truth! We are idols carved out into beautiful shape by the Great Sculptor! Before our time runs out, let us be friends, giving support and cheer to one another! A great message and a sweet write! (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2015 11:15:00 PM)

    A lovely message of love and friendship.....................10 (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2015 9:48:00 PM)

    Our life is short lived. But most of us forgets this fact and waste this precious life due to egos and pseudo self respect.
    A very thoughtful poem which makes the reader think again and again. Had everyone had this thought, the world would have been a beautiful place to live
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  • Gajanan Mishra (4/6/2015 9:25:00 PM)

    Our life is just a gap, I like it, thanks, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

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