I Am Waiting Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Many bright days have ended in the nights,
Many moon lights have ended in sun lights,
I am still waiting, I have no alternate,
Hope you'll come you are always late,
Your face I see in the lovely full moon,
Sitting at the bank since early afternoon,
Aroma of your love I carry with me,
Springs have gone now an autumn I see,
Your house boat now inhabited by rats,
Don't go inside but I see the bats,
Come out during nights and look at me,
As if they say a stranger they see,
The spiders have knitted a web inside,
Is it for me, a groom-less bride?
A web knitted by the human spiders,
That captures the amateur riders,
It's easy to go, difficult to come back,
It's swamp of terror, that can hack,
To paradise it leads or to the hell,
Who knows it and who can tell?
May be in paradise but I'm in a hell,
That's the truth certainly I can tell,
Wish could know you are sleeping in me,
Day by day you are creeping in me,
One that shares breaths-in and out,
I am just waiting for his sprout,
You went on the bank that is other side,
I cannot swim and I cannot glide,
Giving you in the arms of your mother once again
I shall go inside with tears and pain,
I am a weak woman can't cut my throat,
I can make a hole in the bottom of the boat,
Can row the boat to the bank other side,
River is a river not an ocean of tide,
If it is sunk, we shall meet somewhere,
Paradise or hell any place anywhere,
I know the risk I may be shot dead,
My story will be written and widely read,
Shall make an attempt to get you out of the swamp,
That's all I can do, to get rid of the cramp,
I am a woman having cleared many tests,
Have tears in my eyes and milk in the breasts,
Humanity I create in elastic womb,
Being over-raged I can built a tomb,
My milk gives life my tears a flood,
Beware of the fire I have in the blood,
I shall bury the terror alive in the tomb,
The helpless insect of a woman's womb!
Determined and firm not a mental slave,
Doomsday I may bring when I am brave!

(Story of a woman whose husband is in the swamp of terror. She is carrying his child and she imagines his child will be just like her husband. The emotional wife decides she will handover the child to his grandmother and cross the river to the front line battle field, with an intention to bring back her husband or otherwise finish her life)