That Old Woman Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I loved my eyes, I still love them,
they chose a girl among so many girls.
I asked my eyes as to why they chose that girl.
My eyes smiled and replied,
'She was so beautiful! '
But now she is a grown up old woman,
and her physical beauty is lost.
I love my nose, I still love it,
they stole ecstasy from the fragrant silken hairs,
You thief! Why did you do that?
'Her hairs were silky and the perfumed oil
she used made me ecstatic.'
But now her hairs are partly white and dry,
have lost its softness, length and density!
I love my ears, I still love them,
they listened to a song by a girl in love.
I asked my ears
do you still listen to the forgotten melodies?
'Yes, music never dies.'
But now she cannot sing!
I love my lips, I still love them,
that tasted her lips.
I asked my lips why do you kissed her?
' I saw rose asking her lips for a loan
of pink color and a silky softness,
All her charms might have been reduced
but her lips are growing sweeter every day.
Do you know why?
When ever a new bud of rose springs as a flower,
It repays installment of the loan
to her dry faded lips.'
I loved my hands, I still love them,
they hugged someone and became the wings of a bird.
I asked my hands, do you still fly like a bird?
My hands replied, 'When all other senses are dormant,
your heart directs us to fly high with her,
so high in the blue skies,
chasing the moon and bright stars
playing hide and seek in the dark black clouds,
and we follow your heart.'
Then I became speechless!
I love my heart and I still love it,
I asked my heart if it still loved her.
My heart became deaf and dumb.
I also became deaf and dumb!
I love my whole that became ecstatic once again,
I didn't ask anything from my heart,
but I kissed that old woman again and again!