Yes, I Am A Knave Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Yes, I Am A Knave
Thinking of me for trillions of years,
And dreaming me for billions of years,
Wrote and found me ugly,
Your failure! If not lovely?
Erase, write another one, no crocodile tears!
Who'll blame? You did it many times,
Your poem always lacked the rimes,
My Dear Writer, My Eraser,
Your court, you a defender!
The Day of Judgment, a matter of times!
Lived as a poem of lovely rimes,
Died as the ballad of my crimes,
The same old recurring story,
Who knows his forgotten history?
All blames, all burdens on changing times.
Your love made me too much brave,
Journey to a palace from the cave!
Don't leave anything of shame,
Sweetheart! On you no blame,
Made nuclear weapons yes, I'm a knave!
first of all the title of this poem-" Yes, I Am A Knave! " just I love; yeah I love this confessional title! the love from the man yeah manly love since no time; since greatest ancient savagery was bloomed as the stalker of ….! Through the mighty body or by the weapon or manliness reign the love overpowered the……! Oh the knavery was consecrated as the saintly bliss as merry to marry........! ! !
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5/1/2024 2:08:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, one can have many complaints. We're all dolls tied with strings and He makes us dance ti His tunes. And we have no option but to dance. So yes, we are knaves as well. Beautifully written piece using limerick construction for each stanza. But I've not quite followed the ref to nuclear weapons, why, man has committed a lot of blunders. God tried to make him intelligent but he turned out a knave. Thanks for sharing this thought-provoking piece.