She Avenges Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Neither he cries nor does he smile.
The woman nurturing him
though paid for her services
and selling her love
is not ugly,
but she is not beautiful, too.
Not a bad woman at all!
No woman is bad
for a helpless person
who can neither sit nor stand
who can listen to but can't understand
who can try to speak but can't speak in the true sense.
Passing the whole day
on a purchased love
accepting her even when she undresses him
tolerating her when she touches and cleans his private parts
and just staring at her for the whole day.
For a few days he cried while missing
the familiar lips and pleasant breasts
but now he is used to with it.
He remains silent through the day
sometimes looking at the skies
and waiting for the sun set.
Usually his favorite woman comes just after the sun set.
But occasionally when she is late
he starts crying.
She informs him,
'I am in the washroom sweetheart
I am just coming.'
He knows and recognizes this voice.
The nurse shares his loud laughter.
And then his favorite woman comes
lifts her shirt up
unties her braziers
and the restless man finds his favorite touch.
The infant of a lonely working woman
enjoys a deep sleep after being breast fed.