The Last Smile Poem by Akhtar Jawad

To me, my mother told,
When she saw me after my birth,
And touched my cheeks,
I smiled and she prayed,
Oh God! Keep this smile forever.

I don't know,
If I really smiled,
Or it was an illusion,
Of a loving mother,
But that is not important,
Important are the prayers,
Of mothers who pray,
Who pray for smile,
Of a newly born infant!

Let him live in peace,
Let him think of peace,
Let him work for peace,
Keep him away of wars,
Keep him away of hate,
Keep him to love,
And for love.
When a mother prays,
For her infant,
She in fact,
Asks her soul,
To carry this,
Electromagnetic waves,
That doesn't need a medium,
For propagation,
And these waves,
Touch the hearts.
Hearts of friends,
Hearts of enemies,
And even,
The non-living matter,
When touched by the prayers,
Is bestowed upon a heart,
To listen to the prayer,
Of a mother in pain,
Having just delivered,
A baby so sweet,
At least for the mother,
After pains of hours,
After fatigue of months!

The angel of life,
Is touched by the prayers,
And is back to skies,
Shows a telescopic view,
Of the newly born infant,
To the angel of death,
And asks him to smile,
At the time of death,
Of the child in view!
And his friend smiling nods.

My dear children,
I am hopeful,
I intend to return,
The smile of the angel,
When I see him,
My last thinking,
Will bring peace to me,
That my belief,
Of a life after death,
Was a truth,
Is a truth,
And will remain a truth.

If you see my body,
Smiling after death,
Snap it and preserve,
And propagate,
As a witness of the fact,
There is a life after death.