Smile My Child Poem by Akhtar Jawad

So soft, so innocent, and so mild,
Do not cry, rather smile my child,
It is the best time to smile my dear,
I wish you a smile but again I fear,
The world will make you too hard,
Ahead of you is a deadly hazard.

I see the so called lovers of lands,
With deadly weapons in their hands,
Planning to snatch whatever you have,
Planning to go back again in a cave,
Helplessly looking for effective cure,
To heal your burns, I am over sure,
But the green mother is no more green.
All signs of a mother are now unseen.

She listens to your cries but she cannot feed,
A nuclear war is the biggest misdeed!
Her braze has been burnt I see her breasts,
Two pieces of coal no troughs no crests,
She's no more a woman I firmly swear,
You were pink but now brown my dear.

I'm a soul and I see my body with stains,
I listen to your cries and I feel your pains,
You're an infant of a winning general,
Sad! Could not attend your father's funeral,
He wanted on his shoulders six stars,
Looking at you he regrets now wars.

I don't need to see the defeated side,
Nothing is there only ashes to abide,
They were lucky they no more survive,
No pains, no efforts, no fatigue to revive,
The losers became the victors at last,
Just a microsecond pain of a blast!

My dear child! May it not happen ever,
Smile. God save him from war fever!