My Address Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Vagabonds like me have no address,
In the morning at a mosque,
In the night at a bar!
But why do you look so much for me,
Wherever I am, it’s my home,
Sweet home!
Though none of your business,
But, if you insist,
I show you the road,
Have you seen hanging silk somewhere?
Just above a plain that has two lakes,
Hidden and secured behind two barriers,
To proceed further you’ll have to dive,
In the two blue lakes,
One by one,
The right is sweet of joy,
The left is bitter of sorrow,
And when dirt is removed,
You can proceed,
To a breathing pillar,
Difficult to survive,
In the heated breaths,
But if you survive,
You will proceed to a pink garden,
Left and right you will see many flowers,
All are pink,
This lovely garden,
Is ruled by petals of a rose,
Aroma of flowers makes one senseless,
If you remain in your senses,
Be careful,
The petals are hiding pearls inside,
If the petals smile,
And the pearls remain in hide,
You are saved,
But if pearls are seen,
Lightning, thunder, fire and ashes!
If the queen rose permits you to proceed,
You will find yourself in an uneven slope,
If lucky enough not to slip,
You will then arrive in a valley of twins,
The magic of twins may turn you in stone,
If you have a true love for me,
The lake will be flooded,
The blended water,
Will rain on you,
A door will be opened,
Below valley of twins,
You will get inside,
You’ll find me,
Sleeping in the heart,
Of my sweet beloved!
But I advise,
To give up the idea,
As I am the only survival!