A Divine Honey Moon Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A divine honeymoon that starts with a crescent,
and ends with the next crescent
with childish disputes like that
when we see children playing on streets,
yes, here there aren't sufficient play grounds
and our children play on the streets,
fighting on the decisions of empires,
whether the tennis ball that hit the leg
was outside the leg stump or not,
like nature they don't have
the provisions of action replay
so there is no third empire,
consequently divided in mini sub groups
and we see a number of stumps
close to each other,
making play a painful fun.

A divine adventure that starts with a crescent,
and ends on a play and display of fire arms
with the next crescent,
a day for the children and the teens,
new colorful dresses and graceful shoes,
with a lot of money in the pockets
given by elders on the happy day,
that starts with a shower
and prayers in a ground,
I mean showers at home and prayers outside,
a day of forgiveness and social contacts.

For twenty nine or thirty days,
depending on sighting of the crescent,
though astronomy provides definite calculations,
as to when the crescent will be sighted,
so what, no harm in it, let them enjoy
if they are fond of suspense!

The old man takes it as a change in life style,
the adventure starts before the astronomical twilight,
eating rich dishes drinking milk and tea,
prayers with hopes until the sun rises,
life remaining static for eleven months,
becomes dynamic, a welcome change.

Sleeping till the sun comes on the heads,
that's one of the two most attractive features,
sleeping during fasting is written by The Angels,
as a good deed,
and the other breaking the fast just after sun set.
What a time is that!
Tasty dishes appear to the eyes of hungry and thirsty old man,
like aurora on the blue sky,
and the old man asks,
Oh Sun! Stop this kissing of ocean,
and do what is done after kissing.
I am at liberty to do anything after the dusk,
aren't you?

Washing the hands, mouth and the feet,
after the noon prayers,
and start peeping in the kitchen,
regretting the labor pain of a woman from east,
yes, a woman from east
faces labor pain throughout her life,
cleaning the house,
washing the clothes,
cooking even in the heat strokes,
always taking care of her children,
and when the husband praises her for the outputs,
she forgets all her pains
and she is renovated
and she is innovated,
for some new and better outputs.
When I ask her,
'May I help you? '
'No thanks, go and recite the Holy Book.'
I could never tell her,
a woman is also a holy book,
I read her,
I am reading her,
I shall read her,
I think this book will continue
even on the heavens!

Silently I go out and arrive in the markets,
A rush I see on the stalls on both sides of the roads,
sweets and snacks,
but I opt for spicy snacks,
and sugar cane juice,
I know she likes it,
So let me add this item song,
to the movie of fast breaking at dusk.
Yes, item songs have become
an integral part of Bollywood movies,
a hot song and dance!
And it works.
Bollywood is in Mumbai,
Formerly Bombay, India.
In India Iftar Parties, the fast breaking parties,
are arranged by the politicians
all attend it irrespective of their religions,
the rivals meet, sit and talk, and discuss what,
they couldn't discuss in the parliament.

I try hard to balance the adventure,
with her in a lovely night,
but the cruel woman,
pushes me out of the house,
and having no alternate,
I come to the mosque,
for the night prayers,
lengthy, more than twice the routine,
but when I come back I find myself fully fit,
as yogis find them after yoga exercises.
I thank God, the change of life style,
is lovely, amazing and nice!