Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 119,750 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Number Nine - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Life is an enchanted palace,
every room has a door,
that opens in another room,
the seven rooms,
appear a rainbow to him,
in every room there is a charm for him,
but when he enters the eighth room,
it's a dark room where he is lost,
and never comes back to let us know,
where opens the door of the eighth dark room!
let me believe and dream,
number nine is mine,
it's lovely and fine!

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Comments about Number Nine by Akhtar Jawad

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (3/17/2016 10:05:00 AM)

    Verily, the eight one is a great trial and the night the ending and beginning (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (12/3/2015 7:32:00 AM)

    So original and so interesting with a positive attitude in life we can dream and make those dreams come true, great write Akhtar! (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/3/2015 1:21:00 AM)

    Yes life is definitely an enchanted place and we see doors everywhere. Believing with the dreams is definitely interesting in this sharing. Fantastic poem that motivates mind. Imaginative and deep poem from feelings.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2015

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