A Restricted Letter Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The letter I wrote should have been marked confidential,
But the human error! I accidentally marked it restricted,
The naughty Angels took advantage of the error,
They opened the envelope read it loudly and became excited,
I wonder how the Angels became excited,
Like an old man who casually becomes delighted.

The devil recorded the voice of the Angels and made it public,
The poor poet has just asked Him, what's the soul of sex?
Reproduction or pleasure, or the soul is between the two,
Can't you make the sex dormant, O You at the apex!
Agents of the devil the electronic media, satanic demons
Spread it within a few seconds even in the sexless persons.

Let the overpopulated world, for some time, relax.
Avenge the lives of the Angels; it is boring and tasteless,
As long as the population of Angels isn't out of control,
Replace the Angels with the humans, but beware of the press,
By now I haven't got a reply of my humble request,
May be in the labs the suggestion is under a test.