Akhtar Jawad - Poems
Poetry Series Akhtar Jawad - poems - Publication Date: 2015 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Akhtar Jawad(8-2-1945) I was born on 8th of February,1945 at 8 AM www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 3d Computer Program A great scientist on his flying horse, Orbiting in a very big elliptical orbit, Once upon a time came very close, To my insignificant too small orbit, My small path he almost touched, Remained for quiet some times, In touch and in love as well, Took samples of my soil, Took samples of my air, Took samples of my fire, Took samples of my water, And finally samples of my light. He is a great artist, Painted a picture of mine, On a white canvas of love, And when I delivered a child, He took my child, To a beautiful garden, A garden of flowers, And the fruits, But my son was alone, All praise to the cloning, His mate was created. My son tasted the pleasant fruit, Pre-matured and before the time, And they were sent back, To me once again! With pains and blood, And undesired death! And when ugliness blackened my face, He sent his robots, At my thoughtful soil, The autumn was changed, In a spring for some time, His voice messages, Were played on flutes, www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 In the bells that ring, At dawn and dusk, And in the loud human voices, All the tunes inspire to love, And paint the beauty, Of the great scientist! Now he is too far, In a path out of reach, The robots don't come, But the loving scientist, Expects from the two, Now matured enough, To keep my face, Neat and clean, Green and fertile, And let evolution, To travel on a path, That leads to a land, Where death is dead, I am aware of success, I am aware of failures, I am a mother, I know my children.
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