Dreams Are Alive Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The excesses we made with each other,
Were washed out in twinkling of an eye,
Salt flowing from the eyes killed the germs,
How to wash the sins frozen on sky!

The collective sins of our past,
Still pollute the winds that flow,
From west to east, from east to west,
Could we clean the infected blow!

Virus of disease frozen on sky,
Has its own period of life,
We can’t kill it before its day,
Day of its death and end of strife!

Let us be hopeful and optimistic,
Wait for the rains that’ll melt dry ice,
It’s also enough that we are friends,
Dreams are alive, your smile is nice!