Akhtar Jawad Work Poems

The artist promised a work of art,
And excited the model’s virgin heart,
He painted her hair he painted her eyes,
He painted her arms he painted her thighs,
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The dusk after hard working, the dawn after a sweet dream,
Work, work and work, sweats may take some time to come
Take the work as a play; enjoy it as a cone of sweet ice cream
Play more and more until pearls make you a pink handsome,
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You are now annoyed of self thinking computers,
they don't have a heart and they don't breath,
they don't love and they don't reproduce.
Life or death, both are meaningless for them.
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My grandfather at Jamia Nizamia, Delhi
when found himself a failure,
he migrated to Medina whereat,
he obtained his dream's lovely allure,
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I do not go where you go,
I do not walk on the ways you walk.
Your beauty,
I do not discuss with my friends.
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