Honeysuckles Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In between you and me there is a thick and high wall
We cannot break this wall, we shall only break our bones,
It's too high and I found its roots are too deep
This wall is made of unbreakable very hard stones.
It's between you and me restricting us to only talk
I am making a green pavement where I can walk.

I never saw you and you never saw me still I feel
On the other side of wall there is a beautiful face
I assure you I may not be handsome but not ugly too
My poems have grace and your songs have glace
But I think my poems and your songs lack fragrance
This wall is dusty, needs our care and maintenance.

I am removing the dusty and thorny bushes from the wall
While digging the earth I found its roots are too deep
Soon you will feel fragrance of flowers having two shades
Soon I shall plant honeysuckles that will quickly creep
Feel fragrance of honeysuckle and wait for a few days
Flowers will hang on your side in moon light and sun rays.

Can you instead of trying to break this wall
Repeat the same exercise to form the rainbows?
Leave it on winds when this wall is a little weaker
I promise you I shall make in it a little windows.
While enjoying a rainbow promise me a bliss
Starring on each other you'll not mind if I kiss.

Love is a magic it's a gift of God can do anything
Everything in this world is mortal but Love is immortal,
It's aftereffect of the wars of hate that built this wall
That demon of war expired but the dove is immortal.
Again leave it on time when there may a day of door
We might be dancing with honeysuckles on the floor.

During the dance if you feel pressure of my palms,
You will kiss my bosom and just smile in my arms.