An Island For Lovers Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I believe somewhere there is an island,
There are no musicians but music is there,
There are no singers but songs are listened to,
There are nests of beautiful birds,
There are no buildings but caves are there,
There are no roads but narrow pavements,
Made by walking and running of animals,
There are no fields no crops but fruits are there,
In the center of island there is a hill,
The hill is small but high enough for snowfalls,
The ice when melts or it rains,
The waterfalls dance and rush to the lovely sea,
Even if it does not rain the small rivers,
Remain alive with the sweet drinking water,
These rivers are not too deep,
One can cross it even if he cannot swim.

I am planning to sail on the blue violent waves,
The winds have promised to help my ship,
The stars will guide my ship in the night,
The moon will make my voyage a pleasure,
The early morning sun will come with delight of fishing,
And the midnight that will follow!
I want to make it charming with beauty,
Would you accompany me in the tiring voyage?
What could she say, took my hand in her hand!
We found that island and since then,
We are living enchanted in the magic of nature,
The island is still amazing and charming,
We are listening to the hooter of a ship,
Perhaps another couple is in search of a fairy land,
We shall go back home from the ship,
We shall make room for the new warm lovers.

(Conjugal life is an island for two natural lovers. End of marriage and conjugal life will end the families, and a family is unit of the society)