Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 109,352 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

The Maundy Thursday - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The basic need of the dove that is sick,
Who has been injured and whose feet are bleeding,
And I see blood on her soft silky wings,
Can’t we stop the blood?
See the grip of her nibs!
The branch of olive,
Has not fallen on the earth!
She is still holding it,
She will not die,
She will survive,
It’s a Maundy Thursday,
We have arranged a super for her,
Her feet will be washed,
She will be all right,
And we shall see her flying,
Once again in the sun,
Of a lovely Sunday!

(' Near the end of the Last Supper, after Judas had departed, Christ said to His disciples, 'A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another.')

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Happy Easter to all my friends in advance.

Comments about The Maundy Thursday by Akhtar Jawad

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (4/3/2015 11:34:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem on a very divine occasion. Thanks for sharing. (10) (Report) Reply

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  • Valsa George (4/3/2015 12:19:00 AM)


    A great message of love and humility on Maundy Thursday! Thank you Akhtarji for your Easter Greetings! Wish you the peace and hope, the memory of the Great Resurrection brings! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015



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