The Lost Charms Of Nights Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Lost Charms Of Nights
Shortfall of electricity!
I was annoyed too much
at the early stages,
but I am used to with you now,
to be honest I am thankful to you,
sleeping inside a mosquito net,
I am recollecting my childhood days.
Somewhere in early fifties
of the century that has gone,
in a small underdeveloped town,
where there was no electricity,
no artificial light or electric fans,
I used to lie on my bed,
protected by a mosquito net,
looking into eyes of moon and stars,
listening to the tales of lovely fairies,
that walk on the Milky Ways,
nicely told by my grandmother,
and I don't remember a night,
in that I listened to the tale,
till its end but in my dreams,
I always found myself a gallant prince,
who fought the demons,
with his magic sword,
and the lovely moment,
when the princess captivated,
in an enchanted castle,
was got free and she said to me,
thanks my prince, I love you.
In fact my heart was changed in a pen,
in those nights of natural lights,
natural air and a natural roof.
Gradually that poetic heart,
became dormant
in a world of artificial luxuries.
Thanks to the shortfall of electricity,
I am back in my charming childhood,
and I see that beautiful princess once again,
the missing lovely child is back home at last
with all the lost charms of nights.
The simplicity and wonder of childhood can be recaptured. Sometimes just when you need it.
In fact my heart was changed in a pen, in those nights of natural lights, natural air and a natural roof. Gradually that poetic heart, became dormant in a world of artificial luxuries. you had the poetic heart which blooms now in such memories of sweet childhood. actually we have to create such kind of situations so that we may relive and let the poetic heart sing. thank you dear poet. tony
We all wish to revisit our childhood days to relive those glorious moments, by your poem I also revisited them. Life without basic amenities of present like electricity, mosquito coils, Air Conditioners, luxurious cars etc was worth living with full enjoyments. Today although we have everything at our disposal yet we miss those days. Simple days and lovely days.10++
I guess I am not too old to look back into my childhood with the same level of nostalgia as you do, but nor I am too young to live with the same innocence and enthusiasim of a child.. It made me remember of my days at my maternal grandfathers', where in the small village, without electricty and luxaries, I had spent a good time of my childhood... Going to paddy fields with my grandpa, playing with my cousins, travelling in an ox-cart, taking a sugar cane and eating it right there... I miss those simple days.. Now, it is all about this internet, noise, troubles and 'speed' of the city life.. Sometimes, I wish life were simple.. This poem is about that simplicity.. And I love it.. Thank you Akhtar sahab.. It touched my heart.. Dil ko chu gaayi, kuch yaadein kar gayi taaza, to kuch apna aane wala kal bhi shayaad dikha gayi.. Sukhriya.
wo yadden bhi aaj ki haqiqat sey acchi hain.... nani ki pariyan.... miss universe sey bhi acchi hain.... jao mein ruth raha hun aye mere khuda tumsey..... kun maan nhi jata ki jo le liya bacpan tuney iss jawani sey acchi hai...... grrrt penned sirji
Childhood memories are sweet and enchanting! Listening to stories told by our grannies was the greatest pleasure but we would be asleep half the way as you say: and I don't remember a night, in that I listened to the tale, till its end but in my dreams, ............... Lovely recollections!
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4/26/2024 3:50:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Recollecting childhood days and memorizing back these definitely give new essence to life. Gradually poetic heart feels the thrill of happiness. A very finely drafted fantastic poem shared definitely.10