Mirage Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In a hot summer day,
The restless clay,
Desires of an evening,
In a nearby park,
With my buds and flowers,
For a lovely few hours,
Want to see them on swing,
And running on the grass,
Like rabbit and deer,
And pressing me too hard,
To purchase a few balloons,
And ice cream cones,
In angry tones,
And the cold soft drinks.

The brightness of the sun!
And its heat strokes!
When eyelids are contracted,
And light waves are refracted,
A mirage appears,
And my lovely dear ones,
Who are away from me,
All of them I see,
They stand in desert,
Their image appears,
Like a bridge on the sea,
And my love for them,
In a twinkling of eyes,
Runs madly on the bridge,
But my naughty dear ones,
Move a little furthermore,
And the tiring distances,
Don't end and remain,
Ignoring my wet eyes,
Laugh at me the insane.

But affection not expires,
And love never tires,
I close my eyes,
I fly like clouds,
I travel like moon light,
With the twinkling stars,
Being guided by night birds,
In a night of desert,
Having lovely comforts,
And I call them all,
And they run on my call,
One of them with a cell phone,
One or two nimble footed,
And one in only shorts,
And the night of desert,
Whispers in ears,
This is beauty of life,
Free of hate and of strife.

I embrace my dears,
And kiss their foreheads,
My lips smile,
My eyes smile,
My life smiles,
My soul smiles,
And once again I get,
A reason to live,
Furthermore!
Furthermore! !