A Teen Aged Widow

When the morning star,
Sees first sun ray,
And disappears,
In grief and distress,
Gives a parting kiss,
To the nude lady,
Who takes her bath,
Every early morning,
In the sea of fire,
And once again,
Like a virgin in tact,
Likes a teen-aged beauty,
Flying high in sky,
The fine wet grass,
Licking milky foot,
Ask birds to rise,
And sing their song,
Asks flowers and buds,
To change night suits,
And moves to the bank,
And sits nimble footed,
Partly on the earth,
And partly in river,
A cold, pleasant wind,
And the swinging trees,
Having watched this porn,
Smile and discuss,
The body of the lady,
And a naughty blow,
Pulls the shying buds
In the cover of leaves,
And kisses their petals,
The sunflower rises,
And turns his face,
Towards the sun,
For a new warm-up,
And somewhere far,
A boy with animals,
All domestic,
And romantic,
With a watching dog,
Plays the bamboo pipe,
Fishermen with the nets,
Start their fishing,
I find everyone,
So happy and enjoying,
The gift of life.

On the bank but other,
Other side of river,
I see someone,
A girl of sixteen,
Seventeen or so,
In a white dressing,
No smile on her face,
Undressed long hair,
Wearing no jewelry,
Looking motionless,
Starring in space.
Somebody told me,
A widow is she,
Only after one month,
After her marriage,
Her spouse was killed,
In a deadly war,
Futile and fruitless.

by Akhtar Jawad

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this poem describes beautifully deep feelings....well written
a great imagery! poetic tragi-comedy of a great virtue. an expensive art! great!
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Magnificent poetic expression enriched with poetic beauty! I find pleasure to read this beautiful poem as it is one of my favorite poems!
Beautifully penned. It's so sad that such tragedies happen in this world.
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