The Naughty Number Eight Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Oh You! The naughty number eight,
Why do you like to play with my fate?
I don’t believe in numerology,
Still I see you are naughty with me,
Sometimes you make me smile,
Sometimes you make me cry,
Have been eventful throughout my life,
But I don’t like you when I watch beauty.

Oh you! The naughty number eight,
I know you, I can’t under rate,
I was born on February,8, at 800 hours,
I multiply you by two,
A sweet sixteen enlightens the sight,
And you appear as sexy sun goggles,
On the eyes of a lovely girl,
And an excited boy of twenty only!

When I told you to stripe a little,
You obeyed the command,
I started looking into deep brown eyes,
You got an opportunity to crawl and crawl,
To the bosom of the girl,
I took some time to come out of the pool,
And you scoundrel, went further inside,
How naughty you are!

I shall not give a command anymore,
I am afraid of you,
You may crawl to places,
Where I can’t see you,
It’s bright and sunny lovely day,
Ahead of the day is a moonlit night,
I shall see you tonight,
Till then remain where you are.

Fifty years have passed,
How obedient you are,
You are still there,
Not crawled downwards
Remain there,
I have started loving you now!