A Pink Stain Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The booby boy when comes out of the cage,
The sage recollects sweet times of teen age,
The time that never comes back once again!

The days were passed in search of romance,
Beauty that inspires for a teen aged dance,
How naughty was he but yet a refrain!

Failures of a day were followed by a night,
Sweet wet dreams in exciting moon light,
Wishes those nights he could keep and sustain!

Once he fell down in a booby trap,
In a free period he saw a mishap,
A girl too busy with her cycle's chain!

Let me put back the chain on sprocket,
How beautiful is this heart shaped locket,
Oh! Your shirt has a black stain.

As a laborer I want now wages of fatigue,
Could you favor me with a nice intrigue?
Can you give my shirt a pink stain?


Pooh! You look like a scoundrel goon,
Already engaged would be married soon,
Thanks for the help don't see you again.

Okay good bye see you now in a coven,
Where witches roast girls in a red hot oven,
Don't expect any help once again.

In the midnight saw her on her bike,
Disguised as sphinx talked her like spike,
I asked to explain a pink stain.

I am a sphinx if you could not reply,
I shall send your soul right now to sky,
With tears she said I can't explain.

Heart of a poet! So quickly shaken,
Tears of a gal put off the oven,
Her face on the bosom with a pink stain!

Many sweet dreams of innocent age,
Recollects an old but the naughty sage,
To fleet his mind from the old age pain!