When I Was Introduced To Love - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I had thought love is a play of life!
Alas! Could not see the sharp blade knife!
Love! You made me so much fragile,
What I was! Just a beautiful tile,
A tile on earth but touching the sky,
An ostrich with wings, that cannot fly,
You broke me in a number of tiles,
decorated your floor from Ganges to Niles,
and then you started your exciting romance,
on whispers of my song your nude dance!
You made me a mirror to enjoy your beauty,
and then turned me out from your cruel heart.
What a love you are! I am nothing but your art!
I think I have performed now my duty,
No more an ostrich, I’m out of the sand,
for a takeoff on a runway I stand,
Yes Sweetheart! Now I can fly,
With your thrown knife coming back to sky!
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