Love Story Of A Man And A Bird (All Four Parts Already Submitted Now Re-Submitted Together) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Rest here you sweet little bird,
Why are you afraid of me?
In the verandah adjacent to my room
Through the glasses I want to see,
How you sing and how you dance
How you sleep and how you romance.

Too hot noon not a night of moon
Why alone, where's your spouse?
Out in search of food and water!
Grains, water, shelter all in my house.
Blossom here like a flower of cherry
Call your spouse, eat drink and be merry.

I am looking at you with my true love
But you are looking with doubts and fears
Right! Being a human I can't be trusted
You flown back giving me just tears.
I couldn't tell I wanted only inspiration
Against hospitality of rest and recreation!
It's a pleasant and lovely morning,
I see you again my flying sweetheart!
Exploring corners of the verandah,
You look worried but for what?
Congrats! Love has left its aftereffect,
May you be a mother and be perfect!

I understand, no hunger, no thirst,
You have been loved again and again,
On the branches of flowery trees,
At a beautiful site near a fountain,
Even while flying with your spouse,
Recollect birds coupling in my house.

Shall bring a hanging nest where you can,
Lay your eggs and fearlessly incubate,
Man is bad but not so much bad,
Neither overestimate nor underestimate,
I loved, reproduced and proved my life,
I realize the worries of a carrying wife.
Fasting in a hot day like yesterday,
No food no water throughout the day,
I couldn't go out to bring a nest
And in a very hot morning, today,
You are back to remind the hotter noon,
A man promises and forgets very soon!

Starring at me that's what you say,
Sweet bird! I am made of clay,
Know the time of laying eggs is approaching
It's sun that confines me at home all the day.
Looking for something durable lying somewhere
I shall manage it very soon here or there.

I have to avenge a misdeed, a boyhood fun,
Regret! I killed a moon with my pellet gun,
When found her sun crying on the same branch,
I picked my air gun and killed the sun.
A beautiful couple of singing birds in love,
Are you a rebirth of that innocent dove?
A very hot morning I'm waiting for her
Having fulfilled my promise of a nest.
Here comes a couple of dove to love
Drink water, enjoy love, and at rest.
Recollect one has promised it somewhere.
Where? Did the bird know, for her it's here?

But if I can manage it for a bird in my house,
One can manage it for me at another sphere
Imagine how happily I shall take my spouse
To drink immortality to love somewhere.
I'm a bird for me something has been promised
Believe, and sure the promise will be fulfilled.

Made the bird happy and the bird made me firm.
That's how a man is guided in a wave of pessimism,
I get up now with the wings of love and friendship,
Welcome, welcome my dreams and my optimism!
Don't mind who is sitting on the other side of window
It's a temple, a church, a mosque, for me a meadow.

(Samuel Taylor Coleridge is my favorite poet, his poem "Rimes of The Ancient Mariner" inspired me to write this poem. I am thankful to the dove who really exists and I believe she is sent by God in the verandah outside the windows of my bed room.)