A Viceroy In Greenland Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Viceroy In Greenland
The mould is within you,
Acquire my face,
Bake yourself Oh Clay
Increase your grace.
Life is a fatigue
You may be tired
One thing that is love
Eve has already acquired.
Look at her curves and cuts,
It's a wonderful board to play,
Your hand will be my hand
Just a night and a day,
And a viceroy in Green Land!
God said, "I made a man
Out of clay—
But so bright he, he spun
Himself to brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold,
And oh,
He was lovely to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created
Him. And I said,
‘Wouldst murder me
Who am thy Fountainhead! '
Then spoke he the man of gold:
‘I will not
Murder thee! I do but
Measure thee. Hold
Thy peace.' And this I did.
But I was curious
Of this so regal head.
‘Give thy name! '—‘Sir! Genius.'"
A nice inspiration from a nice poem, one thing, that is love, has no colours, no cast and creed, no nationality, nothing else other than to live and die for a lovely sweetheart.
One thing that is love! ! ! The World needs love than hatred! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
and the genius was SIR AKHTAR JAWAD JI OF AZAAD PAKISTAN
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Life is a fatigue/You may be tired/One thing that is love/Eve has already acquired/Look at her curves and cuts, It's a wonderful board to play....I sense a deep spiritual message in this great expression! A sublime piece of work! (10)