Palanquin Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The child though mild
not then so wild,
when saw a palanquin,
and inside a queen,
asked his mother,
Mama sweet Mama!
Who is she,
and where she is going?
Mama replied,
she is a bride
a gem of the tide
a daughter of the sea
her father is the moon
she is going to her groom.
Can't she come to me,
I shall play with her.
She is beautiful.
Mama then said,
that's my dream,
but first do all your home work,
have a glass of milk,
and go to your bed.
When a child sleeps early,
and leaves the bed early,
he grows in a handsome youth,
and a fairy at the moon,
when looks at him,
she comes down as a pearl,
in the sea shell,
and the pearl if sleeps early,
and leaves the bed early,
does all the home works,
it's turned into a bride,
and in a palanquin,
it comes to the youth
with a crown on her silky hairs,
with golden ornaments,
in shocking pink dressings
to play the sweetest games.
When she comes to you
promise me,
you shall incarnate
the fairy as a queen.