Money And A Girl Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I know your hairs have shining curls,
I know in your mouth are twinkling pearls,
I know there're stars in your blue eyes,
I know your face is like the blue skies,
I am a handsome boy ambitious and dreaming,
Though I can rejoice your voice so screaming,
I know when you walk with you walks an appeal,
I know when you speak with you talks an appeal,
I know in your bosom you've a loving heart,
But my life is not a work of fine art,
Life is mathematics of calculating future,
You may call it as a society's caricature,
I am marrying your class mate though she is illicit,
Her father is a minister and for me she isn't misfit,
Though he never accepted her as his daughter,
He will silently help me and will make my career,
I know on your chin there's a black mole,
Sweetheart! But a poor girl is a black hole,
I can share your smiles I can share your tears,
But I cannot destroy my golden years,
I am helpless in the hands of a demanding life,
I can love you but I can't make you my wife!