The Unknown Destination Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I knew destinations of my entire body,
my hairs' destination was a hand with a brush,
that dressed it.
My forehead's destination was two caressing lips,
my nose's destination was smell of my feeding mother,
my eyes' destination was a kind face,
the most beautiful face I have ever seen,
as long as It remained before,
I waived my hands and kicked the air
and you will not believe
what I saw in the air
and what I kicked,
my laughter,
when I saw instead of going away
it came closer to me.
Was it an Angel,
or an infant's optical illusion!
And my whole body's destination was a mother
washing it, cleaning it, drying it with a towel,
and spreading talcum powder on it,
that had a pleasant smell,
blended with the loving smell of my mother.
As an infant I knew my all destinations.
The cruel time took all one by one!
Making me a traveler of an unknown destination.