Magic Of Mothers Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Walking vertical in search of love
Dreaming horizontal the charms divine
I am not much handicapped O you the orbiting spheres!
You are orbiting in thirst of the eternal wine,
but crawling on the bosom of a living sphere
I managed to brew it form fruits and grains.
I don't remember but I can imagine
the moment when life became a might
when I sucked for the first time
the magical fluid
that made me capable of performing magic.
O you the wandering spheres in fact you are handicapped,
you have a father but you don't have a mother.
How high you may be,
how hot you may be,
how shining you may be,
how mighty you may be,
how sincere you may be,
in search of your father,
but you don't have a mother,
you'll never find that magical fluid,
and you shall never succeed in brewing
the eternal wine of love.