The moon is singing, <br />Stars are dancing, <br />Milky way is tuning, <br />The guitar of nature. <br /> <br />The poets are writing, <br />Songs of the birth, <br />Of a new bright sun, <br />Who is now too late. <br /> <br />And the mother, <br />Kind mother universe, <br />Looks like Mona Lisa, <br />She is smiling. <br /> <br />Beasts are sharpening, <br />Blades of their swords, <br />Improving their weapons, <br />To kill the sun. <br /> <br />And they are playing, <br />With the lives of stars, <br />They are trying, <br />To break the guitar, <br /> <br />They are outraged in a war with nature, <br />They are fighting with their own God, <br />To kill the desire of love and peace, <br />To stop the tune of mother universe. <br /> <br />Pleasant wind is blowing, <br />Dense clouds are coming, <br />For a shower to wash, <br />The polluted atmosphere. <br /> <br />The cradle still empty, <br />Mona Lisa is expecting, <br />I dream, I wish, and I pray. <br />In cradle I see a newly born sun.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-cradle-i-see-a-newly-born-sun/
