First Flower Of The Springs Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Curfew was imposed in many parts of it
The city was shaking with the naked violence
Ugly satanic politicians with their all ill intentions
Had sent their activists to spread disturbance!

In such a dangerous state of a cosmopolitan city
No public transport was seen on the roads,
Every next moment the roar of the bullets was heard
All lives were turned in the tiring loads.

A selfish politician sitting in a luxurious house abroad
And another was, the chief executive no less ugly,
Crying for the innocent ants kneaded below the boots
Sound of the boots of law enforcers was heard clearly.

What of the city the whole being ruled by radicalism
Had made the citizens tearful hopeless and dejected
Sons of Adam and Eve will never be the desired humans
So what if he was also sad and so much frustrated.

An unfair operation against a particular ethnic group
Against people, not against a radical political party
How could he forget the day he became annoyed of life!
Simply the operation was excessive and too dirty

How to move his daughter, in labor pain, to a hospital
How to save the child that had yet to come in the world
The proof of his existence, his thinking, he had lost
To describe his helplessness he didn't have a word!

Having no alternate they came out on the roads
Thanks to the law enforcers who checked and allowed
Their car rushed, immediately to a maternity clinic.
What he could do if they would have disallowed!

When he saw the beauty, his first granddaughter
Recollecting Tagore, "Every child comes with the message
God is not yet discouraged of the man."
Where there is love to pass by there is a passage.

Moving forward in the showers of injuring stones
They arrived at the clinic with prayers and fears
God helps the helpless just a trust is required
A heavenly smile follows the earthly tears.

After a long spell of the leafless dry autumn
They passed by all the sadness and the dejection
Happily they came back with a cute pink bud
With a delicate hope in arms, no more frustration!

First glimpse of beauty in smokes of gunpowder,
Beautiful sights of a rose still soft and delicate
Breathing in the spring winds, God bless her!
Bestow upon her the best of a human's fate!