All The Best Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In the heat strokes and in the burning sun,
To defend young ones from the hunter’s gun,
Collecting straws a lengthy fatigue,
What we throw as waste, in fact an antique,
For the bird that knits the craft of a nest,
The poet sings. All the best, all the best!

The thunders of clouds that frighten all,
The lightning that falls on the nests small,
Rising her head to the hidden sky,
Begging Almighty! A few days to fly,
For the bird that lays her eggs with a lest,
The poet sings. All the best, all the best!

Autumn when constrains for more hardships,
And the young ones when open their nibs,
She flies in through the open windows,
A poet can see her lovely hidden plows,
For collector of grains to enjoy the fest,
The poet sings. All the best, all the best!

It’s a winter, she teaches the young ones to fly,
Welcome sweet hearts to the blue sky,
By God, I can see, see Him in the cycle,
Let me kiss someone on a moving tricycle,
For the bird twittering on a new lovely nest,
The poet sings. All the best, all the best!

Hopes of future, the pleasant springs,
I see more colors of the mighty wings,
Let me sing sweetheart and let me dance,
On its adventure and all its romance,
For dear life, and its lovely nice crest,
The poet sings. All the best, all the best!