Let me look for it on the graves
of those who loved me more than themselves,
let me look for it in the curves and curls
of my loving beloved who shared my days
whether good or bad, firmly standing by me,
let me look for it on the faces of my caring daughters
let me look for it in fatigues of my hard working son.
Where has gone my pleasant smile?
And then my youngest granddaughter
who was asking me to spare my old PC
to watch a video of Doreman on it'
started crying and my heartfelt tremor
forced me to go to the bootmarks option
I clicked Doeman in Hindi/Urdu on youtube,
and when it appeared on my LCD,
my sweet grandchild smiled and clapped.
I also smiled.
Where has gone my pleasant smile? let me look everywhere. my sweet grandchild smiled and clapped. I also smiled. innocence. my dear and beloved and highly respected Akhtar, , , , , , , , , this poem is a reflection of your innate innocence that is reflected in your poems. love and respect to you my dear Akhtar.. ur tony
A description of a stage of life when a grandfather starts living for her grandchildren, nicely painted.
A smile is a worldwide icon. It transfers from person to person, back-and-forth, and never seems to disappear. If I see someone that has lost their smile, I give them mine. It will grow back
your pleasant smile was always there and it will show best when you share Thank you for the smile Sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very lovely and heartwarming write. Akhtar Jawad is a.wonderful and thoughtful grandfather.10+++++ Loved this marvelous write.