Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 103,741 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Gold Man - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Old Man! Old Man! Old age is hell.
Two big containers hanging both sides,
That’s why we see your sexy rides.

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Bold Man! Bold Man! Your call with yell,
Men, women, children all on the gates,
Everyone is fighting on the rates!

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Fold Man! Fold Man! He is broken I tell!
Having lost his son and his own left hand,
With a bent of back he came to this land!

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Many things in containers, brings to sell,
Besides bread and butter, cheese and eggs,
For the children many more in the kegs!

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
He is a victim of terror I smell,
For survivals of his family working hard,
His poetry of peace has become a ballad!

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Gold Man! Gold Man! He is gold I tell!
When I said, may God help you in life!
I can help myself, with Him my strife!

Aye sound of a ladies bicycle’s bell,
Cold Man! Cold Man! Know you very well!
Five times in the mosque I see your shows,
How sincere and tearful are your bows!

Topic(s) of this poem: terrorism


Comments about Gold Man by Akhtar Jawad

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/14/2015 2:19:00 PM)


    Marvellous depiction. Thrilling expression. A beautiful poem sharing......10 (Report) Reply

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  • (9/14/2015 12:49:00 PM)


    Amazing, musical touching and thoughtful......................10 (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/14/2015 12:25:00 PM)


    Superb! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Old man has a heart of Gold...........Love it......A life sketch of a man struggling for bread, pious and God fearing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2015



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