A Bribe Of Nature Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When the eyes talk and lips are sealed,
When your hand is in my hand,
And we walk together,
In a moonlit night,
On the lonely paths,
And the moon points out,
To the shy stars,
How close are we!
And he asks the stars,
Are they two?
Or in fact they are one!
And the bright star,
Smiles and says,
They were one,
And separated to feel,
The pain of parting,
And the joy once again,
In the re-uniting,
Just to learn the worth,
Of blended love,
In a life together,
And to pay their thanks,
To their creator.

And not to complain,
A life so bitter,
Full of troubles,
Wars and hates,
Disabled children,
And the women carrying,
Unwanted children,
Being raped by soldiers,
The victorious soldiers,
Who took their revenge!
From the girls under teens,
After last world war,
They were working in the fields,
Not a part of war,
In china and Japan,
And the soldiers claimed,
Being citizens of a nation,
Highly civilized,
And nicely cultured,
They fought for an ideal,
Freedom and democracy!

And they still claim,
They are fighting once again,
For the same ideal,
May I know?
Whereat you are planning,
To rape the girls which are under thirteen?
Is it Gaza or somewhere else?
God was silent,
During wars last fought,
And I assure you, sir,
He will remain silent.

And the clouds play a game,
Of hide and seek,
Sometimes moon in a dress,
Sometimes painted as a nude,
How excited we are!
Thanks God we are humans,
And not the angels,
Deprived of this love,
That is blended with pleasure.