So It's Death! Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Just like all other journeys and pleasure trips,
Just like all other drinks and tasty sips,
A sea of refreshing water and his dips,
A new born baby in a cradle of flips,
The cradle is swinging and slowly flying?
Or it's a cruiser in that he is lying,
To the other bank of the river his ferry is plying,
To an unknown island! But this time he is not crying,
In his grip is a golden coin, love on its face,
Service on the other, what a golden glace!
A trader or a lover, one at the new place,
This time he is smiling with peace and grace.
Shall it be a trading or exchange of gifts?
The baby doesn't know but enjoying the drifts,
Goes down to the bed or to skies he uplifts,
The bran has been left after painful sifts.
He is now a doll made of fine flour,
Neither it's bitter nor is it sour,
For new landscapes, he can watch a contour,
With pleasantries and no words of censure,
From the ferry he can see a fairy and her allure.
The real life is immortal, another sexy tenure,
A soothing success after a frustrating failure,
The difficult phrase of life he is simplifying,
But this time smiling he is at all not crying,
Understanding mysteries that had been annoying,
But the old man never knew that he is dying!