Hidden In Ashes Poem by Akhtar Jawad

You ignored me many times,
As if,
I am a stranger to you,
When you look at me,
In the crowds of a gathering,
You don't smile,
And you prefer to sit at,
A place,
Quiet far from me,
When I talk to you,
You utter,
Just two or three words,
When you see me on a road,
You don't wave your hands,
When we discuss politics,
You don't oppose me,
Your silence is painful,
But I take it as a color,
Of the lovely rainbow,
That is beauty of friendship.

I am not annoyed,
My friend,
I know there is something,
In me, yes in me,
That has annoyed you,
But that something,
Is annoying me,
I'll not ask you,
I know the art,
Of studying myself,
My conscience,
Is self-accountable,
I am a human being,
What so if I commit,
Something wrong,
I am not aware with.

But I assure you dear,
A day will come,
When my conscience will send,
A message to me,
Being aware of my guilt,
I shall mend it at once,
And I'll come to you,
And embrace you dear,
And your lovely smile,
Will blossom the flowers,
Of a dormant friendship,
Buried alive in ashes,
Still hot with passion,
The twinkling sparks,
Like hidden stars,
In the thick dense clouds,
Facing suffocation,
Still alive!