A Woman Is A Cloud Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When the the temperature increases,
She is created somewhere in the oceans,
The winds are the first to kiss her,
The sea is the first fo embrace her devotions,

The low pressure belt is the destiny of the woman,
Rises like clouds with drops of inner emotions,
Passing through the forests lacking greenery,
Through the rains it plays its musical notions,

It falls on the thirsty sand of a desert,
Putting off her dress donating hidden recreation!
Look at the green grass on the hard brown crust,
She is a blue sea the best for navigation,

The whole nature bows down in her feet,
And when she blooms colors and essence of life,
Boldly she stands before the creator,
Who says I am the cause of strife?

I am a junction of humanity and the God-ship,
What else is life? Life is me and I am life.
If God is beginning of the love I am its end,
She gets two names a mother and a wife!