Man In The Best Of Stature Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When I think, I don't know how and why I think,
When I ask why endless are space and time?
When on the paper of this universe I see an ink
A beautiful poem, an unparalleled poem's rime,
I rush to a plane mirror where I am nicely imaged
I say, well planned, by love it has been envisaged.

I don't know how it began and how it'll end,
I am in the middle era of an ending love affair,
Could I follow the great setter of the trend!
Could I balance the quinine with a coating of eclair!
The handsome of earth has started looking ugliest,
The reflector still shows sometimes ago I was the best

When I see my image in a concave mirror close to me,
A beast engaged in religious extremism, terror and killings,
So many dents on a face that has lost its grace I see,
O God a little from the reserves of heavenly fillings,
I want to look handsome please makeup my face
Give me back that beauty that love, that grace!