The Maundy Thursday Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The Maundy Thursday

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The basic need of the dove that is sick,
Who has been injured and whose feet are bleeding,
And I see blood on her soft silky wings,
Can’t we stop the blood?
See the grip of her nibs!
The branch of olive,
Has not fallen on the earth!
She is still holding it,
She will not die,
She will survive,
It’s a Maundy Thursday,
We have arranged a super for her,
Her feet will be washed,
She will be all right,
And we shall see her flying,
Once again in the sun,
Of a lovely Sunday!

(' Near the end of the Last Supper, after Judas had departed, Christ said to His disciples, 'A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another.')

The Maundy Thursday
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Happy Easter to all my friends in advance.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loke Kok Yee 06 January 2018

Your divine poem brings out the light of humility, brilliantly composed and a lovely read. Thank you sir.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 03 April 2015

Beautiful poem on a very divine occasion. Thanks for sharing. (10)

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Valsa George 03 April 2015

A great message of love and humility on Maundy Thursday! Thank you Akhtarji for your Easter Greetings! Wish you the peace and hope, the memory of the Great Resurrection brings!

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