Enemies May Be Friends Poem by Akhtar Jawad

It's too dark,
I think I should lit a new candle,
but I have only one candle in my bag.
Irony of fate!
The match box, too, has only one stick.
I am moving in a dense forest.
Snakes and other poisonous reptiles
are flowing in the water
Difficult to walk in sticky mud
the boots have become too heavy.
Mud stuck with the boots
has made every step a tiring fatigue.
I don't think the rains will ever stop!
The wind is blowing with all its might,
If I try to lit the candle the match stick may extinguish
even if I succeed to lit the candle
shall it survive in the violent blows of the winds?
Oh rains!
Oh lightning!
Oh thunder!
Oh mud!
Oh darkness!
Oh wind!
You all are my worst enemies!
Having lost my way in a dense forest
I don't know whether I shall find my way again
or buried in a swamp without any funerals.

Is it only me who is afraid of the winds?
I think dark clouds are also afraid of the winds.
I see the clouds are now running away.
What a pleasure to see a glimpse of the moon!
Clouds defeated by the shining stars
but the scattered and defeated clouds
sometimes look backwards
like a defeated wrestler
and use abusive language for the victorious rival.

Lightning now showing the reptiles
thunders warning to beware of the swamp
darkness making the moon and stars more bright
and guiding to the highway
mud making difficult for the reptiles to attack.
Everyone who were my worst enemies a short while ago
look now changed in helpful friends.

I have found my way,
There is the highway
shining like the Milky Way
in the moonlight.
The wind blows are now back in their barracks
Bravo!
The victorious army of the winds!

I am on the highway
I lit the last candle
hoping before it's exhausted
someone will lift me up
and
will carry me to the nearby town.