A Saturday Dawn Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The dawn that is suffocated in dust of the roads
and in the smokes of vehicles,
is slowly descending in the nearby park.
She is fresh
fresh like a virgin.
Gates are locked but she is a visitor from the blue skies,
who can stop her to go to the flowers?
She will kiss the greenery
she will kiss the colors
after inhaling mustard gas for five days
she will inhale aromatic breath outs
of roses and jasmines.
From hairs to the feet
She will kiss all that is beautiful in the park
She will listen to the chirping birds clearly,
She knows the meaning of colors hidden in the soft petals
She can read soft messages spreading as aroma
She will steal something for all her five senses.
Sad for the morning star who had been crying whole night
his tears still appear on the leaves and the petals,
but he is destined only a glimpse of the nudist show!
She knows the naughty sun is ready with his flash lights.
But she doesn't know a man holding the grills of the park
with two lenses is peeping in and recording on his heart
the views and voices of an ecstatic dawn
when the dawn starts singing, dancing and striping.
throwing all its dressings
and truly becoming a daughter of the blind nature.
The man can record anything on his heart.
He is a man and he has something nameless in him!
When the sun throws its flash lights
and exposes her parts one by one
the innocent and naughty virgin
dives in the pools of the park
and disappears.
It happens only in the Saturday dawns,
When only a man is awakened
and machines of the polluted city
are at rest.
Machines are at all not interested in nature's pornography.
Here is the man,
replaying and watching the precious video recorded in his heart
As long as he can record beauty in his heart
he will remain a poet.
A beautiful heart, not so handsome and too old,
still good enough for love,
how cute and naughty he is,
the old man is a youth once again.
and I know,
tonight
when the machines will be drinking and dancing
in artificial lights
he will be alone in the park.
This crazy youth
will hide himself behind tall trees
and when the gates of the park are locked
he will dive in the pool
looking the dawn reshaped as a mermaid.
The moon will smile
and the stars will decide to lift him up on the milky ways
otherwise this naughty man
will do something wrong in the pool.
I wonder he is still a man not yet a machine!