Early Morning Of 28th September,2015 Poem by Akhtar Jawad

As usual I arose in the early morning,
and went to the roof of my house,
I saw the beautiful moon on the eastern skies,
it was looking more beautiful,
like a woman who faces an eclipse every month,
takes bath and when she dries her hair after the bath,
with a comb in her hand she goes to the roof,
facing the sun she stands like a plant of rose,
she combs her silky hairs,
and when her hairs are dried and dressed,
comes back on the ground floor,
sees her lover with an inviting smile,
as if she says, come on sweet heart,
I am beauty, I am love, I am pleasure and peace,
and I shall remain so always.
Thanks dear moon, for fools it was a dooms day,
for a lover it's a day of love!
I did some naught starring at the moon,
with my smiling right eye,
I repeated it with my left eye,
moon smiled and vanished in clouds,
how shy is the moon!
Then I turned to the western sky,
Venus was there, bold and bright,
my naughty eyes did the same thing,
with the sexy Venus,
and she responded,
I know you'll say,
it was her twinkling,
but I saw something that you cannot,
with my heart filled with passion,
I came back and heard,
the call for the prayers,
water the drink of Adam,
washed my hands, my face and feet,
I bowed my head before my super ego,
and my super ego whispered to ego,
eclipses are my signs,
dooms day is definite,
but when and how,
I, too, don't know!