A Pink Place Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When I think of death,
I go and listen to the sermons of a religious scholar.
When I think of life,
I go and listen to the jokes of my grandchildren.
When I am stranded between life and death,
I come back to my heart,
a pink place!
Where there is someone,
beautiful and loving,
I try to look at that unseen someone,
I shy to talk with that silent someone,
I fly to the endless space,
I cry there for an endless time.
When I am stranded somewhere
in a journey to the infinity,
I come back to my heart,
the master of grace!
The infinity is a mirage,
when I spread my arms,
it moves away
leaving some of its charms for me.
When I say,
I love you sweetheart,
it starts twinkling in the stars.
When I say,
I want to kiss you sweetheart,
it springs roses for me.
When I say,
I want to hug you,
pleasant winds start blowing.
I come back to my heart,
that changes its mood with the weathers,
Icicles on the glass of a sweet home in winter,
delicious mangoes hanging outside the windows
during the reign of the heat stoker.
A vagabond cloud,
not afraid at all
in the lightning and thunders.
A bird singing sad songs for the fallen leaves,
and there I find beauty of love,
personified as a woman,
with silver on her head,
with gold in her old bosom,
putting her head on my left arm,
sleeping, dreaming, and smiling.
What a pink place is it,
finite yet Infinite!