A Teen Aged Widow Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A Teen Aged Widow

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When the morning star,
Sees first sun ray,
And disappears,
In grief and distress,
Gives a parting kiss,
To the nude lady,
Who takes her bath,
Every early morning,
In the sea of fire,
And once again,
Like a virgin in tact,
Likes a teen-aged beauty,
Flying high in sky,
The fine wet grass,
Licking milky foot,
Ask birds to rise,
And sing their song,
Asks flowers and buds,
To change night suits,
And moves to the bank,
And sits nimble footed,
Partly on the earth,
And partly in river,
A cold, pleasant wind,
And the swinging trees,
Having watched this porn,
Smile and discuss,
The body of the lady,
And a naughty blow,
Pulls the shying buds
In the cover of leaves,
And kisses their petals,
The sunflower rises,
And turns his face,
Towards the sun,
For a new warm-up,
And somewhere far,
A boy with animals,
All domestic,
And romantic,
With a watching dog,
Plays the bamboo pipe,
Fishermen with the nets,
Start their fishing,
I find everyone,
So happy and enjoying,
The gift of life.

On the bank but other,
Other side of river,
I see someone,
A girl of sixteen,
Seventeen or so,
In a white dressing,
No smile on her face,
Undressed long hair,
Wearing no jewelry,
Looking motionless,
Starring in space.
Somebody told me,
A widow is she,
Only after one month,
After her marriage,
Her spouse was killed,
In a deadly war,
Futile and fruitless.

Thursday, April 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 08 March 2016

nature adores idiolizes the beauty of the naked lady, entering the flowing morning river, as the first ray of sunlight falls upon the water, upon the beauty of the naked lady entering to wash, away the anguish of loss of night dreams empty imposed loneliness, soon the wet grass will begin to dry in morning light, as birds begin to sing sweet greetings to morning light, as flowers begin to open bud raised heads to morning light; on the far bank the naked lady leaves the cold kiss of river waters, puts on a simple white dress to clothe the day, no smile alights upon her face in soft morning light, her long black hair falls limp unadorned, strangely no jewelry shines in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers, no jewelry golden glows upon dark skinned Indian body, she stands still motionless in fresh morning sunlight, starring into empty space past are empty young eyes, she is sixteen or seventeen years young, in fresh bloom of beauty fading in recent widow grief, within one month of marriage her beloved husband lost, has fallen killed in some foreign despicable futile deadly foreign war, leaving a young widow alone in daily anguish grief distress, as time endless flows past in liquid seconds minutes hours, turning into days weeks months of eternal emptiness flowing...

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Terry Craddock 08 March 2016

Nature Adores Idiolizes Beauty nature adores idiolizes the beauty of the naked lady entering the flowing morning river as the first ray of sunlight falls upon the water upon the beauty of the naked lady entering to wash Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.

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Terry Craddock 08 March 2016

Night Dreams Washed In Morning Light wash away anguish of loss night dreams haunting empty imposed loneliness soon the wet grass will begin to dry in morning light as birds begin to sing sweet greetings to morning light as flowers begin to open bud in light Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.

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Terry Craddock 09 March 2016

Naked Lady Puts On A Simple White Dress in morning light as flowers begin to open bud raised heads to morning light on far bank the naked lady leaves the cold kiss early morning river waters puts on a simple white dress to clothe new birth day no smile alights upon her face in soft morning light her long black hair falls limp unadorned strangely no jewelry shines in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.

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Terry Craddock 09 March 2016

Empty Young Eyes Grieving She Is no smile alights upon her face in soft morning light her long black hair falls limp unadorned strangely no jewelry shines in familiar comfort upon wrists fingers no jewelry golden glows upon dark skinned Indian body she stands still motionless in fresh morning sunlight starring into empty space past empty young eyes she is Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Teen Aged Widow' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.

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bri edwards 24 February 2021

Akhtar, my time and patience on PH is short. i simply will wish you well, and say i'm glad you are able to use PH a bit, as i am (a very little bit. i am wondering when a funeral will be held for this site. Hmm? bri : )

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Dr Dillip K Swain 24 January 2021

Sir, this is a great piece of poetry to be read time and again!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 23 September 2020

A great poem sir! I never hesitate to read this perceptive work time and again!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 15 May 2020

This is my favorite poem sir! My great pleasure reading this beautiful poem repeatedly to my utmost satisfaction!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 April 2020

The superb imagery coupled with wonderful words and thoughts transport a reader to a different time and place and made him /her a witness of a beautiful scene. Yet, the poignancy of this write made us feel the hurt and longings of a teen aged widow. War will drastically change a beautiful life into loneliness and meaningless life. A deeply moving and touching poem.

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