My Bikini Profile Poem by Akhtar Jawad

While good soul was busy in creating a charm though dirty,
The bad soul was not sitting idle, was busy in his own duty,
Bad soul filled in the vacuum of the vacant dormant beauty,

Thanks to the good soul but I feel smell of a scent and its whispers,
Coming out from my hidden and too deep unseen untouched crispers,
O ungrateful! Little thanks to me as well look at the martyred snipers!

Passion and excitement, fires and desires, you became fertile,
You meanwhile became an out of control and a lost projectile,
Descending or ascending are still chasing the Eve's shy smile!

The naughty girl is now too old and a great grandmother now,
Resembles more to a lioness she is no more an innocent cow,
The bad soul too looks inactive should be activated but how?

Alas! We can't revert the time once gone it is gone forever,
Let me read the Holy Books and believe in a life another,
May be a fantasy but the belief makes our death easier.

Hope while dying I shall dream a fairy with a shy smile,
On the bank of mother Ganges or the father Nile,
Hope she will wash all writes from my bikini profile?