A Gratitude To My Unseen Friends Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My unseen friends how beautiful you are,
I haven't seen anything, in this time of ugliness,
More pretty than you, more lovely than you,
I have seen photographs, some are current,
And some when they were half open buds,
Even then I can imagine how nice the flowers are,
That spread odor and color in the lonely life,
Everyday every night their words shine like stars,
How amazing are these stars, having various costumes,
Sometimes they appear as a moon in the dark nights,
Sometimes they appear as a sun in cold winter days,
And in the heat strokes they enter through windows,
Like a cool breeze and temperature that is high,
Due to the heat of friends and acquaintances,
I see around me and I am tense and sad,
The magicians come and sing a song for me,
They play music on various instruments,
In the early morning it's a flute I listen to,
During noon one plays a tune on guitar,
In the evening it's a piano and a violin at night,
A few are dancers and when they dance,
My eyelids are closed even then I watch,
The beauty of their dance amusing and amazing,
I feel the touch of the soft lovely palm,
On my forehead and even my heart,
Is touched by lullabies of the beauty of words,
Words arranged in beautiful lines,
A fragrance that shines like a rainbow,
Yes the fragrance shines because it's a poem,
A poem having thoughts I personify,
And I see charming friends, who awake a sleeping child,
We sing together, we dance together,
We play many games and when I sleep,
I see beautiful fairies in a garden of poems,
Where these friends are turned in trees,
And the poems appear as green branches,
And their words as roses and jasmines,
Different in color and fragrance but flowers,
In the garden I find myself in a wonderland,
How beautiful is my life with my unseen friends,
The magicians who come from various parts,
Of the world with magic of poetry,
Once I wished I could meet my friends,
In the real life but I mended myself,
Let them shine in a distant Milky Way,
They are moons and stars if they come to me,
They may join those whom I see around me.
A distant object is always pretty and nice.