My Heart A Gallery Of Nature's Wonderful Art Poem by Akhtar Jawad

He was deaf and dumb swimming alone,
In the endless ocean unaware of his place,
Unaware of his grace and unaware of his glace,
He was just a brain capable of thinking only,
with stress of limitless time,
causing strains to exceed the elastic limit.
And then occurred the first incident or an accident,
and it was a brain haemorrhage,
in the flush and blood there was swimming an infant,
it was a dormant dreaming heart
dreaming beauty and love,
and when it started beating,
the sound waves scattered the parts of the statue.
Many things started floating in the ocean.
A wave brought the infant on the shores
and there it sprung into colours and aroma.
Alas! What a loss, the statue no more exists!
But the fools got his hands and legs
his back and waist,
and made so many statues,
but where is the scent and soul,
where are the colours and lights,
and where is the embryo of love?
These statues have neither a brain nor a heart,
no more brain haemorrhage.
Fools!
They do not know it was all done by a heart in love.
A human heart has all the colours,
it has all the smells,
the beauty it's capable to select,
the dirty it's capable to reject,
my heart has collected the remains of the statue,
its beauty, its aroma and all its virtue,
my brain bows down before my heart,
it's a gallery of nature's wonderful art.