Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 50,058 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Someone - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When a child starts,
Speaking few words,
It's language of love,
Is language of God,
Free of dirt.
A message to creators,
And caretakers,
You are now returning,
What you got from your parents,
And I too intend,
To return this love,
To the next someone.

All praise to Creator,
For the lovely instincts,
To love and protect,
Whatever we create,
Even plants and trees,
And wild animals,
The biting crawlers,
Virus and germs,
Are blessed with this love,
Sacrificing and kindhearted,
And reminding us,
There is someone.

In the hearts and souls,
In the sun in the moon,
In the days and nights,
In the mountains and deserts,
In the rivers and oceans,
On the earth and above,
Life would have been impossible.
Without someone.

Papa, Mama, and other simple words,
Have a charm and beauty,
And a call for duty,
And the mother when responds,
And feeds her child,
She is a queen with a writ,
And a book of God,
That is written in a language,
The child understands,
He can read and write,
And speak and amuse,
The language of someone.

And do you know?
As long as child,
Is innocent and pious,
Loving and loyal,
Free of sins,
Generous and kind,
In love witch is blind,
He is a virtual son,
Or a virtual daughter,
You may call someone.
It's your thinking and choice.

Topic(s) of this poem: god

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There is someone you may call him with any good name.

Comments about Someone by Akhtar Jawad

  • Rookie - 167 Points Mohamed Alpha Ba (8/28/2014 1:50:00 PM)

    hmm awesome nicely written.................well done Sir (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 8,451 Points Neela Nath Das (8/26/2014 9:52:00 PM)

    Children only can sing the songs of Innocence.Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,321 Points Khalida Bano Ali (8/26/2014 5:08:00 AM)

    Someone is present in fathers and sons and daughters. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,446 Points Somanathan Iyer (8/25/2014 11:50:00 PM)

    Children in tender age are considered the other side of God. Their innocent smiles and intoxicating words really captivate one and all. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014

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