Omg - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
For me my God is like a pen friend,
or a website friend, nowadays,
I see their beautiful posts on the FB,
and on PH I read their poems.
Some of friends are like Kelly Kurt,
who don't accept anything unless his senses,
witness it, a great philosopher poet.
Some are sentimental but nice like Ayman Parray,
Sometime thinks with his brain,
Sometimes with his heart,
A normal youth is always so.
And some are so sweet and pleasant like Marie Shine,
A little cruel, like a Muslim beauty hidden in the veils!
Some are like Bri Edwards, a nice teacher,
Advising guiding and correcting me,
like a father but younger than me.
Some are like stern but loving sweet Moms,
yes, so is Valsa George.
Hazel from Innisfree bushes,
Always pleasing her readers with poems
That appears to me like nuts of the hazel tree.
Some are like Rajnish Manga,
Paints roses in so many languages,
I am awaiting a rose
painted in his body language.
Some are like Amitava Sur,
I recollect two lines from Amir Minai,
'Khanjar chale kisi pe tadapte hay hum Ameer,
sare jahan ka dard hamare Jigar mein hay.'
The dagger may be injuring else it's me who cries,
Why I feel pains of my whole mother earth!
And some are like Nosheen Irfan,
A great poetess destined to the top,
Yes, her poems are sweet and lovely.
And now it's Aarzoo Mehek?
Living in Andhra Pradesh where Pakistan is blocked,
I couldn't made her a friend on FB,
But who can encage Mehek, the aroma,
We exchange our greetings on the poemhunter.com,
I remember her ghazal,
'Katra ke nikal jane ki aadat bhi bahut hay,
Wyse to use mujhse muhabbat bhi bahut hay.'
She is in habit to pass by ignoring me,
Though I know she loves me to see.
And Asim Nehal a beautiful and amazing poet,
who has written so many wonderful poems
in English, Hindi and Urdu.
How can I forget Dimitrios Galanis,
He translated my poem A Work of Art,
In Greek to be read by the Greek philosophers,
A wonderful poet is he.
The list is long my apology to remaining friends,
I have received a message of my super ego,
my ego is old it may forget and miss it,
'Mix the charms of all your friends,
add your tears and your smiles,
shake it with your heart beats,
make three parts of it,
in one add your pleasures and joys,
in the other add your pains and regrets,
and in the third add your loyalty and love,
you will find three colorful liquids,
the three basic colors,
use your pen as a brush and paint me.'
I obeyed him but now I am in the real trouble.
Should I tell it to you or not,
the face that appeared on the canvas,
resembles an insane and crazy man
who is in good faith of being a poet!
Oh my ego! How could I get rid of you?
Thanks to my conscience who speaks the truth.
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