I Am Also Smiling With The Naughty Nemesis Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In old times, in this area,
dejected lovers used to sit in restraint
at the doors of an unkind beloved,
a complete hunger strike,
no food no water,
until the beloved,
usually a sex worker,
obliged the lover with a sexy night.
Neither were they true lovers,
nor she was a true beloved,
his hunger strike was for lust
and her unkindness followed by a kindness,
was just for money.
During the fight for independence
Mahatma Gandhi used this weapon
against the colonialism,
perhaps because Indians did not have power
to fight the mighty British masters.
Though Subhash Chandra Bose
With the help of Japan,
formed Azad Hind Fauj,
(Indian National Army)
but how he could win the war,
when Japan itself lost the war.
Here in Pakistan the selfish politicians
sowed the seed of sitting on the roads
in restraint,
but no hunger strike,
delicious food and soft drinks were served to them
by the rivals in politics.
I wonder what they were restraint of,
was it a beautiful and kind sex worker?
Or perhaps the traffic jams
caused by school goers,
and workers going to work at the factories.
No doubt in it,
the atmosphere was free of Carbon Mono Oxide.
Anyway,
Nemesis was smiling on them!
Now dejected activists of those political parties
are sitting at the doors of the palace of their great leader,
protesting in favor of their favorite candidates
who were not given ticket to contest
in the forthcoming general elections.
Any way,
What can I do if one studies at Oxford and Cambridge
still he remains illiterate,
perhaps because he is a leader of the nation
where majority of the people is illiterate.
I am also smiling with the naughty Nemesis!