The Dolls Of God Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Daughters are not destined to all,
A house, may be a hut too small,
Or a palace of silver and gold,
May be a new built or too old,
When He sees His love is there,
Felt though not seen somewhere,
He silently comes and puts in a doll,
For forty weeks He lulls the lonely loll,
Visits your house for the charms of a doll,
How lucky you have a beauty scroll,
You don’t listen to as to what He is saying,
You think only you; He’s also playing,
You swing your daughter in your lovely arms?
Could you see in you His heavenly charms!
Dolls at that age listen to lullaby of God,
You are great if you grow a baby of God!