Ground Realities (A Comment On Pramila Khadun's Post) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The Post

A home for the body may not always be a home for the heart.

Ground Realities The Comment
But the home for body when loves its inhabitant
and a flower is sprung,
that has hypnotizing colors and ecstatic odors,
the hardness of this unwanted home starts softening
the home for the body starts sharing from the home for the heart,
what was reserved for the heart only.
The feelings and emotions of the heart do not die,
but shifted to the basement of the house.
The sleepwalker when casually visits it,
the dormant feelings become a colorful bird
and fly in the sky of dreams,
beyond our reach,
we have only a flying kiss for the beautiful bird
Slowing we move on the stairs and come to the ground floor,
where there are realities of life.