Nativitas Poem by Akhtar Jawad

To go back to the native lands,
With a pure soul, neat clean hands,
From a land, where a visitor came,
For giving birth to a glitter fame,
Living like gold in the acids undue
In love of the sons to give a rescue,
With a skirt shining and in tact,
With delicious feeding, nice to react,
Event of assumption of Mother Marry,
See my doll she looks a fairy,
Going to a feed of a lovely assumption,
A Muslim doll whose friend is a Christian.