The Mediators Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am busy today,
to find out
what's wrong in me
and what's right in my unhappy friend
that I always ignored.
Misunderstandings that has affected
the years old friendship
should be removed.
And now,
when a common friend has invited both of us
for mediation,
I sincerely desire
the beautiful wife of the common friend
adds her beauty in the kettle of tea,
adds her charms of forgetting and forgiving
in the cups of tea she offers to us.
I hope while we enjoy the delicious tea
the mediator with his biscuits of jokes
and with his magnetic smiles
will target the sobers clouds
that come and go with the winds
but do not rain.
Adieu! Mediator is a magician.
I am sure
he will suddenly show the magic of his naught
yes, he can titillate the clouds
we shall listen to the laughter of clouds
and it will rain heavily.
As it would be difficult to go back to our homes,
what a night it would be,
enjoying cups after cups of tea
and playing whole night Bridge
after a long time.