My Teen Age's Toy Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Leaving her alone, a thought of pain!
Personified in a face my fifty years,
It will not be easy to stop the tears,
I shall manage; I'll smile once again,
I know the art of extracting pleasure,
Hidden very deep in a painful treasure!
The doll! My years old teen age's toy,
And magic of love that gave her a life,
The day she started breathing as a wife,
The night she made the boy a play boy,
The time she started feeding her child,
The moment a granny in love was wild!
I'm leaving behind my lovely off shoots,
They will take care of the wrinkled face,
They will bring back the doll's lost grace,
In the soil of her bosom are so many roots,
Clouds of love will rise for the showers,
My colors and aroma will survive in flowers.