A Crazy Old Man Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Gathering the remaining blood of his veins,
In his weak and tired legs who is climbing up?
Disordered breaths tell, 'A crazy old man,
Still in love! He is too optimistic,
in an era of energy crisis, no power for the lifts,
no gas or gasoline, generators are silent.
He is going to see one of his old friends,
not yet retired but where is he? '
The poor fellow breathing in a wealthy nation,
Where there are maximum owners,
of off shore companies in the world,
where there are millionaires and billionaires,
having bank accounts with the foreign banks,
with balances that are more than the debt,
being repaid in installments that are
sixty six percent of the national income,
and further loan is taken for repayment
of existing debt. How long will it go?
Where places of worship are attacked,
Where there is a large list of missing persons,
And the poor fellow, an activist,
who raised his voice for the missing persons,
where is he?
The crazy old man was informed,
nobody knows where is he,
but his name appears in the list of missing persons.