Me Too Me Too Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I welcome your hate,
And accept my fate,
But I love you,
And I shall love you,
You can't stop me,
And I have heard,
Love conquers love,
I shall wait for days,
I shall wait for months,
I shall wait for years,
And if I shall get life,
After death in the heaven,
I shall wait for the lives,
I shall count the risings,
I shall count the sets,
Of the sun and the moon,
During days the birds,
Who twit for love,
During night the stars,
Twinkling for love,
I shall talk to the buds,
I shall talk to the flowers,
I shall write your name,
On the stems of trees,
I shall see your hair,
In the dark wet nights,
I shall kiss your lips,
By kissing pink buds,
I shall smell your fragrance,
In the white jasmines,
Of your silky dress,
Opaque is it,
But my thinking is naughty,
I can make it transparent,
But I will not,
Only semi transparent,
And the moon will appear,
Partly from the clouds,
I shall watch the colors,
In rainbows and roses,
I shall write my poems,
For you only you,
Then my love story,
Will be famous and popular,
Your friends will ask,
Who is this poet?
The girl of his poems looks just like you,
With a shy smile you will confess and say,
Me too, me too!

But in the meantime,
Many years will be passed,
My hair will be white,
And lenses on my eyes,
Walking stick in my hands,
My evenings in a garden,
With my grandson and granddaughter,
Thereat I shall see,
A graceful old woman,
You will not recognize,
And I shall let you know,
As to who am I,
Your grandson would be playing,
The game of hide and seek,
And I shall tell you with joy,
Could they play lifelong!
And then you will say,
Me too, me too!

A teen aged boy,
Was thinking like so,
Suddenly she came,
And asked the boy,
I was looking for you,
And you're hiding in the trees.
The boy asked the girl,
Do you like this looking?
The girl kept silence,
Do you know sweetheart,
I really love you,
And the boy was surprised,
To listen to reply,
She smiled and said,
Me too, me too!

Not happy with my poem,
The story is short,
And the poem is long,
But I request you please,
Don't write in comment,
Me too, me too!

Do you know why?
When I told this story,
To my friendly grandchildren,
They started calling me,
Me too, me too!