From King To A Slave Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I had been sleeping like an embryo in a seed,
No pain no pleasure no deed no misdeed,
No pain no pleasure no touch nothing desired,
Who touched me and a new shape I acquired,
Inside me my whole structure rearranged,
I started thinking and I was changed,
No ear to hear, no tongue to taste, no eye to see,
No nose to smell all in a lockup but a touch was free,
How helpless I was no legs to walk no hands to grabble,
Static and cool, living or nonliving, only breaths too feeble,
My breaths in and breaths out were extremely slow,
Living or nonliving my boy had no door and no window,
But between the gap of the two something ardent,
I wished I could know this new and amazing advent,
The bones in my body the heart in my chest both warned,
I felt a sixth sense and the sense silently alarmed,
But the tiredness of my soul was at its climax,
Yet it was the loneliness that made me a rex,
I had nothing but I desired five strong senses,
Someone put a feeler as a central nervous system,
I saw a beautiful woman, what a sexy item!
A great scholar taught me how to love a spouse,
No matter I had to leave paradise my lovely house!
No matter the king has become a poor slave,
The amazing joy of love on earth, a sexy enclave!