Instinctive Pinches Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Instinctive Pinches
Rare in the days are the lovely sights,
I see her in the moonlit nights,
She is beauty and appeal and inspiring joy,
When the child is crying she disguises as a toy,
When the child does not sleep she comes with a tale,
For the naughty Grand Father she works as a gale,
She tells a tale of the sleepless princess,
The old man starts his instinctive pinches,
She sings sweet lullaby for the child,
And Grand Father turns bold and wild,
Eye lids of the child when kiss each other,
Vanishes like a Jin the cunning Grand Mother,
The old man tries to grip her hands,
Dreams are ahead of the past dream lands,
In a twinkling of the eyes she becomes acrobatic,
Dynamic dreams in an age so static!
Having no alternate the poor old child,
Like ice cream cone turns soft and mild.
Eye lids of the child when kiss each other, .........................beautiful poem enjoyed
Having no alternate the poor old child, Like ice cream cone turns soft and mild. I get the picture of an old couple quite romantic and so happy with the grand children...! Even when they live for the children, they never forget to live for themselves ! Enjoyed this sweet write!
Two behaviors, two children, an infant and an old child, two ways of pacifying, it's an amazing poem.
nice one- I see her in the moonlit nights, thanks :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Rare in the days are the lovely sights, I see her in the moonlit nights, ... Having no alternate the poor old child, Like ice cream cone turns soft and mild... Lovely, a fresh breeze of air, indeed. Enjoyed reading it.