Solitude Of A Poet In A Lock Down Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The one who always dreamed solitude,
A pin drop silence to think and think,
Both heart and brain flying on a high altitude,
Walking on Milky Ways to find out a link,

A link with a fairy having long silky hairs,
Blue stars in deep smiling eyes,
Colors of an apple on the cheeks, the lips' eclairs,
A transparent dress of clouds somewhere in the skies,

With exciting cuts and inviting curls, a fairy who is pink,
Wiling to be hugged and willing to be kissed,
One who, in my arms, is too happy to shrink,
Blessed I am and she is blissed,

My eyes are closed, her eyes are closed,
It is wine of love and both are drunk,
A medicine, for the pains of life, overdosed,
Who opened my eyes who made the air stunk,

On the chariots of clouds I see the fairy going back,
I am now in a lock up locked down for love,
I want to go outside; it's almost a death, life I lack,
I want to write a poem on a dirty brown dove,

She is wife of a daily wager her infant needs milk,
She is herself hungry and her breasts are dry,
Her dark brown dirty skin is still a silk,
Hungry eyes are looking at her and me at the sky!

(Lock downs due to spread of corona virus, if continue, serious maybe it's consequences!)