Rains And She Poem by Akhtar Jawad

As soon as a dormant feeble soul in matter was activated,
It started speaking an instinctive language merely sounds,
Indicating their pains due to hungers of the blue veins,
Newly born baby was not much better than bloodhounds!
He became a man when he was taught the art by a woman,
Being touched by beauty its scent and colors its skin so soft,
The rubbish, selfish and rough wooden male doll changed,
Look at it how it has been changed in a groom of croft,
He smiled; making him unconscious performed human cloning,
But he is the first naughty existence and He nicely changed its sex,
The purpose was clear but how to educate the innocent illiterate,
An old and dependable friend offered his services to the old apex,
The faithful friend performed his duties very well and it worked,
The lovers were thrown down to a lonely place but so inviting,
Soon the place became a forest of thirsty and hungry lovers,
Floor appetizing, roof exciting, and an atmosphere truly energizing,
Love is always inviting, love is always exciting but the rains do more,
The baked floor is always sweet but rains cherry the delicious cake,
Look at the Eve bathing on the roof unaware the lover is watching,
Look at the curves look at the curls is she a woman or she is a snake!
Wet silken hairs engaged in a failed exercise to hide the hidden parts.
And when she became aware her lover is watching and painting her,
She sat down to hide her charms in her arms but the eyes smiled,
Silently speaking let the moon arise we'll be very soon together.