May! I Am Afraid Of You Poem by Akhtar Jawad
May! I Am Afraid Of You
Last day of hot and unpleasing April!
With tears and fears I bid farewell
to the existing hostile year's ruler.
April was not too bad to rule.
My sixth sense has received a mayday signal
from the static ship of weather.
In a country on the shore of too hot Arabian Sea
where there is an energy crisis
a bird desires to shave its feather!
Even in the nest where nature is kind with the winds
the thirsty bird with nibs open and tongues stretched
is reading Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
There may be plenty of hard water in Arabian Sea
but the female bird needs soft water to drink
and the helpless spouse replies, wait for a shower!
Ignoring the mayday signal for more adversities
feared in the reign of the oncoming May,
they joined their nibs in search of a soother.
And they got it, their tongues are wet,
breathing where breathing becomes a dream
miracle of love there comes as a shower!
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.(By Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
The last stanza I find in the note area is my favourite lines! There is a lot of philosophical depth in this poem! Appreciated...10
A wonderful poem, Akhtar. The issues you deal with can be profound and serious. Yet your words have a dreamy quality. I see a ship traveling across the sands.....I can hear the refrain, 'water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink.' This work stirs the imagination. Great verse, Akhtar.
A magnificent write that depicts the realities of life and nature. Weather dictates the abundance of water. An insightful and thought provoking piece.10
It has been well below average for the first half of spring here. Tomorrow, the 1st of May, will be 80. I am not a fan of HOT, but I know it is coming. You have laid out your premise, as always, with eloquence and insight.
April was not too bad to rule. My sixth sense has received a mayday signal from the static ship of weather. In a country on the shore of too hot Arabian Sea... bird dies, animals die, trees are without leaves, scorching sun in the indian summer. Rain rain where ar u. Gods pour out rain.... thank u dear Akhtar.. tony
Such a true picture of a nation facing energy crisis and shortage of water.What else remains for life, only love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Akhtar, an imaginative poem of substance. Loved the use of The Ancient Mariner.+++10