Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 103,473 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Regretting As To Why He Poked His Nose - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

She cannot speak she is deaf and dumb,
Yet she is heard, an extempore orator,
I am puzzled and confused I cannot decide,
She is a creation or herself a creator.

I see a side pose of her lovely face,
One of her eyes in the evening star,
I never saw her beauty from the front,
A hand in my hand and the other on guitar,

She separates her hand and plays a tune,
The crescent then starts her charming dance,
I see this show every month in the nights,
The fourteenth night is the climax of romance,

The nude of the moon through excited eyes,
Enters the hearts and ignites a revolt,
Whatever may be laws, customs and taboos?
The birds in youth carelessly molt,

The bird is confined in a lovely cage,
What’s going out, all that, he departs,
He smiles like flowers and cries like clouds,
Until anticlimax of the moon starts,

And then he sees a moon less night,
In a dark night he can see the front pose,
Deaf and dumb, he can’t describe,
Regretting as to why he poked his nose!

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Regretting As To Why He Poked His Nose by Akhtar Jawad

  • (3/10/2015 9:57:00 PM)


    Phases of moon are so charming and pulling. The fascination expressed here itself is so wonderful to read and feel.
    Thanks for sharing Akhtar ji.
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  • Valsa George (3/8/2015 5:19:00 AM)


    Moon and the very many faces of moon seem to enchant you eternally! May I call you the great Bard of the Moon Akhtarji? (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2015 6:29:00 PM)


    A great thoughtful poem........................10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015



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