Akhtar Jawad Sick Poems

In a loose dress she is lying on her bed
Waking in the lengthy cold winter night
Starring at the ceiling fan over her head
Recollecting nights when stars were bright
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He looked for me in the kitchen first, as usual,
Then he looked for me in the lonely drawing room,
Every corner he searched for an old and sick lady,
Shameless! He even knocked the doors of my washroom!
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The Mountain of Rahmah,
Where Eve met Adam,
I went there alone,
After sometime,
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