Laureates In My Home Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My home is a place to get together
For the lovely living laureates I know
It's a pink home of flowers and a fountain
I wish to show you but I cannot show!

It's hidden in the grills of God made steel
As My God is afraid it may be broken
And as He himself lives in its best room
Windows of words written and spoken

Give Him an opportunity to peep out
And to see the colorful fragrant laureates
Some pink roses some white Jasmines
Love is the language of learned literates

The fountain spreads red hot water
It's white when arrives in your eyes
A magic of love have a look sweethearts!
It's vaporized and flies to the skies

Our blood that is changed in tears
Our sighs that are changed in clouds
I am sure will rain one day heavily
And earth will grow the new sprouts

Guns will be changed in flowers
Boarders will be changed in bridges
Below the bridges will be river of love
Couples on the boats made by cartridges!

The earth shaking man's erratic extremism
Deadly destroying and killing nationalism
Furious and frightening old fundamentalism
Will be changed in peaceful internationalism

There will be a single anthem of the world
Whether yellow or brownie white or black
Making a chain of hands with flying kisses
From all corners will rise for the crack.

I am sure the laureate awarded with love
By none else but by the ancient nature
Will finally change the world at last
And centuries old man's rotten caricature!