'Tutti Fratelli' (All Are Brothers) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am not yet the man
who was dreamed by my creator.
Often I am too bad,
but sometimes,
my conscience is awaken,
and I start looking at the foot prints
of the great men and women
who served humanity.
Imprisoned on the top floor of an enchanted castle,
built on the volcanic hills of hatred
close to the beach of a shore of love,
in the hot days of sunlight
and in the cool nights of moonlight
who can stop me watching
the shining foot prints of
the great humanists,
withstanding in the roughness of sea
blossoming like flowers in the days
shining and reflecting light like the mirrors,
kissing my eyelids to dance with the spot lights,
touching my heart to sing the song of brother hood,
enlightening the sleeping man inside me,
still exist on the sand of life.
I dream one day under a blue moon,
before the volcano erupts
the prints could make me so much ecstatic
that I shall jump down on the sand
and before I am vanished in the ocean,
I shall kiss these foot prints
and with me I shall carry the baggage of this touch
on my thirsty dry lips
during my last and final voyage.
I am not sure if I can do it
but isn't it enough for a prisoner
that he dreams to do it.