It May Be Done By Love Only Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Who says do not love your color,
but for that you need not to hate any other color,
keeping your color intact,
why don't you spread lovely colors of your pink existence?
Why don't you become yourself colorful first,
and leave no alternate for others,
but to be wet in the rainbow of your nice colors?
Your ego can provide the appealing colors.
One day give sleeping pills to your ego,
give an opportunity to the superego,
to add the scents of love in the colors of ego,
rest assure your ego in its dreams,
will be changed in a pink flower
and then you will see when your ego is awaken,
your enemy will be astonished with your beauty,
with your colors and with your aroma,
and when your enemy will say,
'What a lovely rose you are! ',
the enemy will be changed in a friend.
What a victory it would be!
Do more and wait for the day,
when friendship is changed in love
that makes one ready for super most sacrifices.
May be in an ecstatic moment,
you get what always you dreamed to get from your enemy,
but neither it can be done by terror,
nor by the wars,
It may be done by love only.