Thanks To Dust - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Everyone is annoyed of you,
but I am thankful to you!
I know your impudent impulses,
but it's you through that I see
my eyes are not sensitive for,
I see your charms in the beam of light,
that penetrates through
green leaves of the creeper
with sexy buds and flowers.
I think of the games,
you play with them,
and I learn how to excite the leaves and petals,
how to invite them to copy the nature,
to recreate the life,
to create the life,
and I learn how great is the divine creator!
Everyone disgraces you,
but I truly like you!
I appreciate and admire,
your burning in a fire,
I know you are dust particles,
but when incomplete combustion
makes you dancing as a flame,
I see you as a dancer of nature!
When I see so many insects,
kissing you and sacrificing their lives,
I learn how to live in love,
and how to sacrifice the life in love!
I come to know,
life wouldn't be charming,
without the dusts.
I then become a sincere thanks giver,
to someone who is a great programmer!
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