Wrap Me In Beauty I Am Too Ugly - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I was wrapped in beauty,
I forgot myself!
Life a balloon inflating with my breaths,
Sometimes I found me in the ocean of mermaids,
sometimes I found me in the garden of roses,
sometimes I found me flying among the stars,
I never knew how cruel my breaths are!
And when the balloon was over inflated,
While I was dreaming like Alice in The Wonderland,
it burst with a terrific sound,
I was awaken and I found me stranded,
in a dark and cold space of unkind nothingness!
Oh! Now I recollect,
Once upon a time I had been roaming here,
with my eagle like eyes,
I saw a couple on earth,
doing their best to create a balloon,
taking advantage of their over ecstasy,
I entered the balloon not yet sealed.
I can still enjoy a bird's eye view,
I can see a couple though in dark,
what a charming view of love!
But it's not time to watch the porn,
so many like me are running to them!
My breaths! You destroyed me,
now avenge your sin,
get me out of the Hell,
give me courage and more strength,
to run faster than others,
My ruler, You are King of the kings!
Help me, to win the race,
bless me with the peace of getting in,
the paradise of a lovely hot balloon!
You say I'll have to forget my past,
my sweet past!
I am ready to sacrifice whatever I have.
Please let me enter the balloon once again,
wrap me in beauty I am too ugly!
(Last time I won the race, I don't know how many centuries I shall have to live in Hell, this time. Life is a beautiful balloon, a paradise in fact. Life after death is a desire, but whatever a man desired he got. So I believe in another life after death, because it's not only me, we all desire it. I am obliging God with love, because He is love, and if I am sincere in love, I hope he will lead my soul quickly to a couple engaged in love. And I shall enjoy the paradise of a balloon once again.)
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