Akhtar Jawad Wedding Poems

Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight,
Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right,
His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days,
His mother earth, still wet with his rays,
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Love was growing like cuts and curves of a growing gal,
and when it became sublime she became a rare blue moon,
the ocean was in love since it saw the glimpse of a crescent.
After many dark nights the awaited message was received,
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Look at me I am counting down,
death is the final fate,
but who knows when he will die?
It's me!
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