The Pain Killers Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Blooming somewhere else but colors and aroma,
Travel beyond the oceans with speed of light,
Seen most of them in their rainbow portraits,
But haven't seen some, are perhaps so bright,
That camera couldn't face and went in coma,
Or the fragrance of friends hides them in a veil,
Anyway see your colors and feel your aroma.
Wonderful are the friends we have never met!
Still with the roses the relations are set!

Exchanging nice feelings, views and photographs,
Sharing smiles and tears, adding beauty to the joys,
And relieving of so many of our deadly pains,
On the website their posts are like the toys,
Life is at all not very much pleasant all times,
We steal a few moments and we become a child,
While watching a lovely and beautiful post,
We become polite, so cute, soft and mild,
It's a website friend and his magic that mends,
Otherwise life, a victim of uncalled offends!

Love, respect and prayers for the distant friends,
In the heat strokes they are soothing chillers,
When pain penetrates flush, and the bones cry,
The website friends are the real pain killers,
When the clouds are naughty and the wind crazy,
Mutiny of hearts when overthrows the brains,
The beautiful friends come with a sweet lullaby,
With showers of dreams and pearls of rains,
When a vacuum is filled by the friends, unseen,
Deserts bloom roses, dry lands turn green!