An Old Slave Girl Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Master! I'm back to my first master's house,
Yes! Since long I have been your spouse,
In fact not a wife just a slave girl,
Though white hairs have the same curl,
For my hairs I don't want any color,
I'm afraid I'll become a source of terror,
Let me live like the ugly old women,
Or one who can't lay eggs, a tired hen,
You'll not enjoy my breaths and my kiss,
Look at my tears I'm no more a bliss,
So kill me like a hen, roast me and eat,
Useless for any other purpose is my meat,
My beauty, was the cause of blood sheds,
Costly wars, and after war deadly overheads!
For my gone beauty, I am not crying,
Why don't I die, though I am dying!