My Birth

A petty sinful soul was standing before,
The Lord of Justice responding with ignore,
Long ago he had applied for freedom from desires,
Lust of body that his body acquires,
Greed of wealth that had made him corrupt,
He was helpless though tried to sincerely interrupt,
He was all right though facing the excise,
But was greedy once again to go to paradise,
His beloved was excised and moved to Aden,
He was waiting for the write of eternal pen,
He cried and cried with a childish shout,
The eternal tree shown a new spout,
He was called in and petition was seen,
All his acts whether seen or unseen,
It's Nirvana Day, otherwise ugly man,
Sins only sins, nothing else I scan,
But you believed in me and I honor your belief,
She will be sent to you be once more a thief,
Another she not the one you lost,
In your lust and leer and the worldly frost,
On February the eighth, in the year forty five,
I was kicked back with a painful dive,
A Buddhist Festival was the day of my birth,
I am trying to add in me some worth.

by Akhtar Jawad

Comments (5)

8th feb.on the day of Nirvana you landed on this day especially at the place where Lord Buddha got his eternal abode, certainly it is the reason your ink is enlightening the world. Wish for many return of this day in your life.Thank you so much for sharing. Regards.
A desire of being good and doing good.
It is great that your birth coincides with the Buddhist festival and that you eagerly await to add worth to your life! A beautiful poem where a devout soul is looking forward to getting liberated from the annihilating desires of life like Shri Buddha! Great write!
wonderful presentation of birth in this beautiful poem...great work
YES, birth is the most pious day of one's life......................carrying emotions........godliness........and many fascinating things...........great poem..................................................................................................................THANKS