My Confession Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I learned how to spare my two useful long forelegs,
I came in this world as an intelligent four footed king,
Spared my legs for love and I'm proud of this sparing,
I taught it to my queen as well in a pleasant spring.

And then started an era of a different stylish love,
Bosom on bosom, it was me the player, who gamed,
For the joy of first kiss I did it and she was tamed,
With lips on lips, it was me and she was blamed,

And then started an era of familiar recurring sounds,
Animals watching our love produced a sound it was, "Man."
I can't write more I write only that much that I can.
For woo she got the woe and then she became, "A woman."