The Flag Of Nature Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am ancient and I was never a slave,
But I was sleeping in a black hole's cave,
The lightning within me made me amorous,
Clouds roared and became so much porous,
That the love frozen in me melted in rains,
I became careless of obvious stains,
When I saw a beautiful maid burning in fire,
I cooled down her, now a thing to admire,
When she smiled on the loss of virginity,
My singularity diverged into my plurality,
She was now green and fully fertile,
From Volga to Sindh from Amazon to Nile,
Rivers come down from her breasts
Trees with the singing birds in the nests,
Flowers with the softness and color of her lips,
Beautiful landscape like her neck and hips,
Oceans, lakes, planes and mountains,
Gardens, fields, forests and fountains,
Oh Men! You split her body in the nations,
How can I express my deep frustrations!
I dislike your flag and extremism of beliefs,
I see so many notorious war mischiefs,
I can break it anytime it's a fragile toy,
Don't test me and too much annoy,
In the rainy days through the blue windows,
My flag reminds my writ look at the rainbows,
All your flags you may see in the seven colors,
Can't you throw the arms for flowers' odors?