Changing Thoughts Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Changing Thoughts

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Her first cry,
With first breath,
I read,
She was thinking,
I am unsecured,
I have been in a safer place,
My days, my nights,
Will now depend,
On breathing in,
And breathing out,
Just now I have survived,
From most critical moment,
Of my life,
When I started breathing,
Myself in a world,
Where air is polluted,
Where water is polluted,
Where food is polluted,
Whereat if I am sick,
I will have to take,
Slow poisons,
The antibiotics!

I read once again,
Sweet smile on her lips,
She was playing in a garden,
With her friends and foes,
She was plucking the flowers,
Colorful fragrant,
And while she was running,
To chase butterflies,
A foe interrupted,
By his naughty leg,
She fell down on the greenery,
A friend rushed to her,
Raised her from the grass,
Wiped her tears,
Cleaned her frock,
And kissed her cheeks,
She thought,
Life is lovely,
World is beautiful,
With a loving friend!

Then I read her,
When she was in her teens,
A princess of beauty,
The owner of planes,
The Lady of hills,
Night in her hairs,
Days in her cheeks,
Stars in her eyes,
Roses in her lips,
Warmth in the winter,
And cold in the summer,
In the soft lovely palms!
Acid in her tears,
That can melt the stones,
Passion in her smile,
That can mend universe,
When she saw her image,
She started thinking,
I need someone,
To love and admire,
Or otherwise,
This beauty is worthless,
And she got him when,
She started thinking,
Life is charming,
Gift of Nature!

I read her,
In her bridal dress,
Shocking pink shirt,
With a moon like face,
Heavenly grace,
Ornaments like stars,
Smiling eyes,
With dreams of a night,
With love and passion,
Sentiments and emotions,
Warmed up planes,
Volcano in the hills,
Settled hairs,
Excited with a wish,
To scatter on the shoulders,
Of a loving groom!
She was thinking,
How lovely,
Will be days and nights!

I read her,
With a baby in her arms,
No more a child,
That ran behind,
Colorful butterflies,
No more a girl,
In her lovely teens,
Seeking music and dance,
Being thirsty of romance,
No more a bride,
With exciting dreams,
Of a lovely wedding night,
The planes were static,
But with dynamic hills,
She was thinking,
Whereat I can get,
An isolated corner,
To feed my infant,
My love is hungry.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: woman
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A woman's ultimate goal of life is to become a mother.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amitava Sur 17 September 2014

A lovely ballad of a lady from her arrival on earth to being a mother in five stages. With small and minute detailing it was very enjoyable to go on reading.... very nice it was.

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Khalida Bano Ali 17 September 2014

A lovely poem on the life of a woman, Impressive and attractive.

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Savita Tyagi 17 September 2014

Beautiful poem on life of a woman. Motherhood completes the circle. Loved the last lines.

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Neela Nath Das 17 September 2014

How beautifully you have drawn the complete picture of a woman's motherhood!

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Ruma Chaudhuri 17 September 2014

Excellent. But here the word Excellent is not so enough. Its a story of a little girl who later became perfect mother. I love to read it. I read it with rapt attention. You are a great poet.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 26 June 2018

Where air is polluted, Where water is polluted, Where food is polluted, MAHA EXCELLENT SIR YOU HAVE covered all aspects of a womans desre to give to her loved child but you just forgot a minor world Where air is polluted, Where water is polluted, Where food is polluted, where today's population is worse than polluted ntolerable tis it isn't it

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Sarmad Mirza 23 September 2014

Beautiful poem Shows the beautiful nature of poet :)

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Salini Nair 20 September 2014

beautifully presented the warmth of motherhood.........everything changes when she becomes a mother......................

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Elena Sandu 18 September 2014

What a poem! Thank you for sharing it, I am very grateful fo reading it, all the way to the last word, I was caught in the beauty and love that a father gifts the child, who, when the time comes, will have a child to gift love and the story repeats over and over... Yes, life is not easy, from the first moment we need to strugle to survive yet on the road we learn how to fill it with love and smiles. Your poem reminds me of the feeding my baby, that full connection being one of the most beautiful moments of a mother's life. So I could guess that the isolated corner may have a great meaning.

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Valsa George 18 September 2014

A woman finds fulfillment in being a mother! Her life which had many other pre occupations gets solely focussed in upbringing her little one... the blood of her blood and the throb of her heart! Enjoyed!

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