Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication And Division Poem by Akhtar Jawad

As an infant I brought with me only one arithmetic operation.
How sweet were the additions to my life!
The first one was vision; an amazing experience was the light,
that entered as a beam through the windows of my room.
Then it was my hearing whenever I felt a pain I cried
I listened to my cry and hoped
it must be listened to by someone else.
The pains due to injuries at the time of birth had made me cry,
I loved the touch of some kind hands washing me
and relieving me of the pains.
The hunger made me restless and when I was breast fed
I mistook it as the only purpose of my life!
I loved the touch of two kind breasts feeding me.
Having not yet learned the so many different faces,
the smell of my mother's skin and that of her milk,
what a pleasure I started recognising her!
It was my mother my first and the loveliest of all additions.
The infant never knew ahead of him are painful subtractions!
Digesting a few things when the gastric pains made me cry
I loved excretions, me myself relieving me,
Not so much helpless, I can do something that I need.
I learned subtraction of painful things I do not need.
A great learning, a great experience!
Time travelled like a flying horse,
I saw her and many other friends,
I added all of them to my life,
Leaving my lovely friends at their places,
I multiplied her love with a sweet sixteen.
Love travels with a speed multiplied by an arithmetic series
And age travels with a speed multiplied by a geometric series!
Divided I am moving to my death or to another life?
I do not know, nobody knows and will never know.
Subtracting all my beloveds I added God to my life
I have been multiplying His love with an infinite series.
I am hoping the best, let us hope the best.
It's better to die with a belief to meet a God.
Hope brings peace and peace is the last of the loveliest additions.