A World Within A World Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I can think sweetheart and I can feel,
Still in my eyes there are tears,
I have worries and I have fears,
I have a heart that’s not made of steel.

The heat is increasing every new day,
What if the circuit breaker is broken?
The high voltage of words spoken,
Closing near is destruction day by day!

A war of water has started peeping,
That may evaporate the water we have,
That may ruin the shed and shelter we have,
On the wall I see a poison creeping.

Can’t we bid farewell to centuries old hate,
Get rid of politics magnifying it,
Don’t love if hearts are denying it,
Why you believe a war is the fate?

I find myself helpless and constrained to think,
I have no alternate but to close my eyes,
And wait for the fate wrote on the skies,
I can only use my pen and ink.

Let me hide myself in a land of dreams,
Where there are friends who think like me,
A world in that they ink like me,
A valley that is green with lovely streams.

A world within a world may help somewhat,
A circle of lovers of poetry and arts,
A group of charming lovely sweethearts,
Healing the wounds with the magic of art!

Forgetting the fears of a doubtful tomorrow,
Let us share our works with a lovely smile,
From Paramount to Alps and Ganges to Nile,
Let us heal the wounds, wipe tears of sorrow.

A world within a world with a peaceful sleep,
A day with love and a night with dreams,
A shower in the friendship’s pleasant streams,
The exchanged smiles penetrating very deep!