Fertility Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I was just a soil unaware of my fertility,
You made me aware how fertile I am,
It's your magic I knew how versatile I am,
O fertility! You are an amazing utility,
I am painting you on the canvas of earth,
Soon I shall know my wonderful real worth!

Here I see one with plough and seeds,
There I see a woman swinging below sky,
Here I see growing crops tending to fly.
There I see one carrying love deeds,
Here birds have come for the grains,
There is a cute infant after some pains.

Adam kissed the Eve and danced on the earth,
"In the gardens we were not so much fertile,
Without labor and labor pains life was futile,
Earth is a nicer place I acknowledge its worth,
But I'm thankful to one for fertility, a nice gift.
Good Bye Heavens and I thank you there's no lift.

Now I shall show my talents what I can create,
I shall take colors of the rainbows from the sky,
I shall take wings from the birds that love to fly,
To make a brush and paint, with Eve my first date,
My body is mine and it will be buried in the clay,
Soul is yours, play with it whatever you play.

I shall use the bamboo pipes to make a flute,
My son Krishna will call Radha though its tune
My sons will change this brown earth's fortune,
Solvents are in abundance and my love is solute,
My fertility will invent many other instruments,
In the beats of music the lyric of my sentiments!

To make a pen I shall use the useful dry reeds,
For inspiration I shall risk my life in romance,
I shall sing melodies, with Eve I shall dance,
I have a long list of my instinctive needs.
Shall love nature but next to my beautiful Eve,
Even writing a poem, my Eve I shall never leave.