The Bird Came Back In The Cage Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My eyes say, "I don't see him."
My ears say, "I don't listen to him."
My tongue says, "I don't know his taste."
My nostrils say, "I couldn't feel his smell."
My whole says, "I never touched him."
My heart said, "How can you?
When I fell during my infancy he picked me up.
I was touched,
and this touch was so much pleasing
that I have kept him in my safest chamber.
I shall not let him go to you,
I know you will pollute this touch.
During my youth when I started loving beauty
He appeared in different costumes
but the face was always veiled.
I tried to paint him
and the brush I dipped in all the colors
one by one
but it painted only white on the white canvas.
Though I never listened to his melodies
but the waves of sound titillated my whole.
I'm sure there was a sound.
Sometimes like a naughty child
through the windows I forgot to lock
he jumped out and hid himself in the flowers.
When I plucked the flowers
he flied in the skies and hid himself in the clouds.
With tears when I said good bye to him
he came back as the rains,
I saw him flowing in the rivers and I chased him
but he vanished in the seas.
Since then I was sitting at the shore of the sea,
listening to only break, break and break.
Now during at this old age
I decided to break my relationship with him
and go back home.
To my surprise the touch was in the cage.
I don't know what the touch is!
But now I shall write Him for him.