Ninety nine times it all ends well
but between one and hundred
there is a number
at which the pendulum of probability is interrupted
by a human hand that errs unconsciously,
or by an unforeseen twist of nature.
Unlucky is the one who is at that number.
Well, that is right for my friends living in a developed nation.
Ninety nine times it all ends unwell,
but between one and hundred
there is a number
at which the pendulum of probability is interrupted
by a beautiful human hand that reverses the direction of oscillation,
or by an unexpected favor of nature.
Lucky is one who is at that number.
Well, that is right for me living in an underdeveloped nation.
I wonder it's the same sun spreading the same sunlight,
it's the same moon spreading the same moonlight,
and it's the same stars twinkling in the same romantic manner,
but the earth below my feet,
and the atmosphere above my head,
water in my rivers and seas
and air in my skies
and snow on my mountains,
all have been polluted by the ugly hate,
the sun, the moon and the stars,
the mountains, the rivers and the seas,
give a different touch to my retina
and my nerves, when carry the signals
to my brain and my spinal cord,
my thoughts are also polluted.
Thanks to my heart it beats as it beats anywhere else.
Thanks to the clouds that give acidic rains in the beginning
but when I oblige the clouds with a love song,
they listen to my song of love,
remix it with the music of purified showers,
and when I listen to my remixed song,
I see it's the same sun, the same moon and the same stars
and it's the same mountains, the same rivers and the same seas.
The embryos came out of the womb of my heart
and are developing in the trees of love.
I may not,
but my descendants may see a forest of such love trees.
I see it's the same sun, the same moon and the same stars and it's the same mountains, the same rivers and the same seas. The embryos came out of the womb of my heart and are developing in the trees of love, I may not, but my descendants may see a forest of such love trees. EXCELLENT PAR EXCELLENT WHO ELSE BUT U SIR GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A FOREST OF LOVE onn this earth
BUT U SIR can GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A FOREST OF LOVE......typo ]]]]]]]this site has no way to edit immediately
A powerful poem on humanity and brotherhood. Very perceptive write that echoes unity. Brilliantly penned.10+++++and onto my Poem List.
(cont.) ....the 'story' got more optimistic due to the author's dreaming! :) i hope your 'dream' comes true, Akhtar. to MyPoemList. and perhaps a showcase? ? maybe August's? ? bri :)
i am enjoying the story-telling so far, but NOT the 'story'. : ( here: and my nerves when carry the signals i'll suggest a reordering: and when my nerves carry the signals developing in the trees of love, ...how about: developing into the trees of love. [note a period, not a comma, after 'love'.] Hey! they are ONLY suggestions! ! ha ha. (cont.) ....
Plant the trees of love and as you wish, create a forest of love where everyone can relax as under a beautiful arbor! Beautiful write!
The saddest thing that plagues humanity are BAD emotions - hatred, jealousy, greed, etc. I don't really know how people hate on others, it is so hard to hold on to such horrible thoughts. A very beautiful, mesmerising write Mr Jawad. Have a wonderful day sir: -)
stupendous.....greatly writings The embryos came out of the womb of my heart... Yeah and this heart is ONE from ONENESS- omnipotent MAGNET everyone and everything came and scattered into thousands pieces everyone and everything may be together one-day by gravitational power or roots of tree of love will touch everyone and everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world has to learn the lessons of brotherhood and understanding.