Cries Of A Model Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am thankful to you,
my dear artist,
for making me a model of your new painting,
you spent a lot of money,
for purchasing colors to paint me,
for purchasing artificial blue jewels to make my eyes,
for purchasing soft colorful cotton to make my body,
no doubt in it,
my three dimensional portrait is a work of art.
Have a look at me,
artificial jewels do not cry,
there is no heart inside soft cottons,
your painting lacks warmth and heart beats,
your painting isn't a slave of instincts,
but I live and I love,
and I may die with two or three kittens in my womb,
I acknowledge your love for me.
But,
just love isn't enough for me,
you have been kind to me,
and whenever I cried at your doors,
you gave some food to me,
today,
when your painting has been sold out,
and,
you got a handsome return of your work,
you brought biscuits, candies, chocolate,
and toys for your children,
and you forgot your model!
I am still crying and waiving my tail at your gates,
I love your children but at the moment,
I can't play with them,
my dear artist,
I am hungry since last night,
you know I am carrying,
and I need more food nowadays!