A Laborer's Spouse Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Fire is set leaving behind an aurora on sky,
Birds are back to the nests, no more fly,
The stars with moon take off their flight,
Ahead of them is a pleasant night,
The tired laborer has dived in the ocean,
Deep very deep with love and passion,
In the arms of his appealing mermaid,
I don't see but heard what is said,
Waves whisper with the naughty sand,
Show of love is charming and grand,
Laborer is fresh his sweat is dissolved,
All the issues in a moment are resolved.
A woman is still waiting for spouse,
With children at the door of her house,
Looking so innocent in her trodden shirt,
To wipe his sweat and remove the dirt,
He has got a job that's why he is late,
For a night of love it's a day of fate,
Fumes of fire wood will repel the insects,
Mosquitoes interrupt, the joy imperfects,
Some oil I shall bring my lantern will be lit,
After many days in light we shall sit,
An evening with joys of delicious foods,
And after that the romantic moods,
Three days were passed on the baked grains,
Tonight the bread will remove the pains,
Shall bring my earnings by sewing and stitching,
Tomorrow he will see my delicious dishing,
Know what at lunch he likes to look,
Not so many but one I shall cook,
From nearby mosque my son who brings,
Few buckets of water to wash many things,
Including the tires of his old manual bike,
Neat and clean I love and like,
Like animals laborers pass their lives,
But a few days that are made by the wives.