Farewell To Arms Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The hunter is lost in a wild forest,
It’s a moonless night,
Trees are dense; He can’t see the stars,
Beats of his heart by second and second,
Shooting up, high and high on the frightening roars,
Clouds came to reinforce the terror so wild,
Lightning, thundering clouds are laughing,
In flashes of lightning he can see the snakes,
And the beasts that run for the hunt in dark,
All round he sees the pair of eyes,
That shines like stars in the dance of lightning,
He has a gun and a belt of bullets,
Can it save him from beasts all around?
Can it kill the crawling snakes?
If no, who’ll save the helpless hunter?
In the mud he throws his gun and the belt of bullets,
Surrenders to love of motherly earth,
Resting his head with the stem of a tree,
He sleeps whole night,
And when he listens to the twittering birds,
He sees a dawn peeping down the trees,
The pleasant wind is playing with the leaves,
Making a window to peep out and see,
A t a short distance a shining road!