Suicide Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Suicide
What the pair shows is not beautiful,
what the pair lets me to listen to is not a melody,
what the pair smells is not a perfume,
what the pair kissed is a bitter poison.
what my fingers touch is nothing but fire.
Life!
All the five pairs are ruled by the sixth
but it's a singular,
and it's my heart
that is still hopeful,
and believes one day you'll be a reddish wine,
with an appetizing smell,
the music when I shall pour you into the glass will be soothing
the fire will burn my all frustrations
I shall kiss you with love
I don't know how long this kiss will be
I am afraid though I'll kiss you
but before I drink you
you'll kill yourself.
(Thanks Valsa George for your poem The Pair of Two Eyes, sometimes you inspire me to write a poem within a few minutes)
So glad this beautiful poem you have written is by drawing inspiration from my poem The Pair of Two Eyes. I feel honored! That's why I always say; You are an instant poet Who carry poems in your pocket!
No beauty, no melody or no perfume touches mind as mind gets clumsiness. Suicide is a thought provoking issue in modern society. Drinking poison and kissing poison amaze mind as this divers life's attention. We hope nobody should commit suicide. But in this poem wonder is hidden in poetic expression and this seems to be humorous and cleverness of poet is expressed with broad sense of awareness. Amazing poem is shared.10
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5/4/2024 10:12:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Five pairs are administered by one- and it would be reddish wine one day...fine thoughts.