Pleasures And Pains Prove God Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I hate this life, hate this world, and, hate the solar system,
I hate this galaxy; hate all other galaxies, and their equilibrium,
I hate the time; hate the space, having no beginning and no end.
I love the black holes, cruel and lawless without a positive trend,
That may one day eat our galaxy our solar system earth and the clay,
That may put to an end the amazing show and this lovely play
The mountains covered with cool pastes, the sun melting the snow,
The rivers making love with the fields, laborious oxen's and their plough,
Conceiving the earth to give life to the hypnotizing greenery
Wheat and rice apples and oranges what a scenery,
Giving to this worthless earth the crops of golden worth,
A rainbow on the sky, and a rainbow of flowers on the earth,
Delicate flowers inviting butterflies to the branches of trees,
For cross pollination ending in fruits and crops, and bees
Sweetness of honey collected in the chambers of wax,
A pleasure of sex is everywhere to enjoy and relax,
I love the black hole that will minimize the video of the clay,
I love the demon referee, who will whistle to end the play,
Will end rising of clouds from the over charged battery of the oceans
The battery will fail and clay will lose his emotions and passions
The clouds will not be excited and love will be changed in hate
I know, I know, what the tragic end is what has written in the fate,
The clouds will forget making love with the forests and the mountains,
The streams will forget to sing and dance in the inviting fountains,
The rains will not fall on the heated body of the thirsty earth,
The world will die in hunger of silvery and golden wealth,
The lawless forests full with singing birds and roaring beasts,
Far away from the places of worship on the distant vacant seats
In the manmade gardens of lonely sites there is an enclave
A carpet of soft green grass, a girl in love bold and brave,
Isolated in green curtains of colorful prints a marble bench so silky
The weather is cold and the sunlight like the moonlight is milky,
A beautiful silky body kissed by naughty marbles on the hips
A goddess of love waiting for her love to kiss her dry thirsty lips,
Here comes the angel of love, envelopes the beauty in his right wing,
And collects honey from her lips, for the pinkish fingers he has ring,
One may fall on it the marble bench supporting instinctive slips
The marble sings that he had already done it from her round hips
Step by step his hands move, the video of love is maximized,
I now hate the video of black hole let it be now minimized,
Let a full moon appear on the screen with a milky moonlight
With billions of twinkling dancers and Venus of the night,
Let him put her silky haired head on his left shoulder,
And his right arm around her she's designed for the blunder,
The computer of life goes in the energy saving mood,
Naughty nature has been exposed and totally understood,
They are satisfied, content and now peaceful they sleep,
The red hot blood a beast is now changed into a sheep,
For the Poet of Love a song of glory I say, "Thanks My Lord,
Doubts are removed, definitely you exist O My Dear God."
I can imagine how My God might have reacted there
I can see the unseen in my heart I can write it here
Dear actors here I am and I have written this screen play.
It's me sweetheart, who has made this sexy doll of clay.
If there would not be this amazing pleasure of sex,
I would have said, "There is neither a God nor an apex."