My Grandchild - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I see you scattered everywhere,
too far, too near, here and there.
Can't You come to me in person?
Are you behind the grills of a prison?
If so, who imprisoned the dove?
Still I see the light of your love!
Could You extend your arms to me!
Could you expose your charms to me!
I see the moon but I can't kiss it,
I love it's light and I can't miss it,
I need the moon with its forehead milky,
I need the clouds with the hairs so silky,
can't You send the stars to teach the art,
the eyes request to a poetic heart,
they want to twinkle in a moonlit night,
dreaming to resemble the Venus so bright.
Could I pray to see You real in my arms!
Could I really kiss your forehead's charms!
Hello! I heard a sweet lovely voice,
How I'm looking in a dress of my choice?
You came as a child to be truly admired,
I got everything whatever I desired!
How do You listen to my undue prayer!
Why are You quick and prompt to a sinner!
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