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A Lovely Date

Dear peacock when you dance in a forest,
It’s the beauty itself that dances with you,
Can you tell me how do you love and the rest?
How your beloved romances with you?

Heard when you dance too much in emotion,
Tears come out of your eyes in love,
She comes with the kisses of stars in passion,
Did you teach this art to the lovely dove?

Dear dove while flying you manage to be loved,
It’s the love itself that glides with you,
Can you teach this art to my angry beloved?
Who is in your soul that rides with you?

Riding on someone the couple when sings,
We say it is wind it’s not unicorn,
Sure it’s an animal with the mighty wings,
That telecasts this attractive porn.

Dear mermaids have you seen this porn?
Tell the dolphins I know you are shy,
I am still a child and I play in a morn,
And in aurora of a dusky sky,

Dear dolphins write the secret on the waves,
The waves will wet and excite the sand,
Bring Milky Way with the shining paves,
Running bare footed she will hold my hand,

We shall dive in the sea and go on an island,
Whereat we shall see the grave of hate,
Dancing flying and a hand in hand,
We shall enjoy a lovely date.

by Akhtar Jawad

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Teddy Bear

My teddy bear was getting old.
I showed him to my dad.
The threads that made his mouth were gone.
My teddy bear looked so sad.

His round dark eyes were crooked.
His button nose hung down.
It made me cry to look at him,
my teddy bear, soft and brown.

A jagged hole showed stuffing
poking through along one side.
I had to hug him gently,
so it wouldn’t grow more wide.

When Dad showed him to Mommy,
She fixed him up like new.
His button nose was tight again.
His mouth was smiling, too.

His eyes were side by side now
just like they used to be
and when I sat and talked to him,
he looked right back at me.

She pushed the stuffing in again
then sewed the hole with thread,
and when I went to sleep last night,
he was with me on my bed.

You know that someone loves you
by the little things they do.
Sometimes it means much more
than even saying “I love you.”

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In the Park

She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late

to feign indifference to that casual nod.
“How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.”
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…”

They stand a while in flickering light, rehearsing
the children’s names and birthdays. “It’s so sweet
to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive, ”
she says to his departing smile. Then, nursing
the youngest child, sits staring at her feet.
To the wind she says, “They have eaten me alive.”

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