Saint Woodpecker And The Uncalled Questions Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Two innocent pigeons were on their first date,
I saw their ecstasy in love on a green carpet,
behind green curtains their touches of nibs,
I saw her though insane in love still escaping
from him and jumping on branches of a tree,
I saw him chasing the lovely virgin bird,
I just smiled and watched silently.
But the saint woodpecker interrupted them,
"Make a nest for you and then love as you like,
otherwise earth will witness your sins
on the day of judgment, that is sure and definite."
She asked innocently, "If we love behind the curtains,
of green leaves with pink rose prints and aromatic
breaths of colorful flowers that don't know anything,
where there is no ethics but where life has so many colors,
and all I see a spectrum of white light of love."
"These exciting charms, these pieces of beauty,
are not your friends, they all are merely agents,
and they will witness your sins, they are foes."
He whispered in her years, "No more questions,
come on let us fly too high in the sky."
And while woodpecker was delivering his sermon
to innocent birds who ask uncalled questions,
I saw materialized, the pigeon's date somewhere
too high beyond the reach of the saint woodpecker!