Pretty Kittens Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Confined in the ancient black hole,
when He became tired of himself,
He broke the black hole
like a kitten who breaks the egg and comes out of it.
I don't know whether He knew it or not,
that he will not come out alone,
with him will come out an universe
of galaxies and many smaller black holes.
He was so much amazed that for billion of years
He only saw the spreading and cooling His breath outs,
and when his breaths were frozen as fogs,
He was again astonished to see the breathing and evolving matter,
and when the naughty matter evolved lust in it,
and when it broke itself in males and females,
and when they started loving each other,
and when they reproduced,
a breathing matter like them,
He thought he has nicely delegated His art,
and once again He should confine Himself for trillion of years,
but this time in the hearts of reproduced pretty kittens.