My Last Learning Poem by Akhtar Jawad
My Last Learning
I do not know my first learning,
I have heard it was a cry,
that brought smiles on many waiting lips,
my cry confirmed I have started breathing.
But I know my last learning,
I shall learn how to die with a smile,
that will bring tears in many eyes,
as it will confirm I have stopped breathing.
What a fantastic poem indeed. This shows the sportsman spirit of the poet in the final stages in the game of life. A sense of satisfaction for a life lived meaningfully. Thanks.
If one can die with a smile, he is the most blessed man......! Succinct and beautiful!
Birth and death both are true sequences in life. A child cries and learns the art of living in this Earth and life moves on. Learning the art of death with smile is interesting. Many fear to death but while know truth of life they do not attach to it very often and remain fearless and live and die with smile. A powerful poem this is definitely.10
So beautiful n poignant. Very well-conceived write. Great depth. One of my favorites by you sir. A super 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/2/2025 9:32:43 PM # 1.0.0
Wow- - So poignant, yet so beautiful ! ! Life and death are part and parcel of life.The way you contrast birth and death.smile and tear, just holds my breath!