She Came In My Life Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Being tired of my heart who kept me helpless,
The naughtiest part of my body that ruled me,
The dictator who all night kept me sleepless,
When I objected the Injustice overruled me.

I don't know how one day he became so kind,
And told me that he was in fact my pet,
Otherwise he is innocent, and that he is blind,
A vacant house needing a board of "To Let."

While looking for a tenant I saw one so charming.
"Yo don't see her but may I give you a few tips?
She's appealing, she's exciting, and she is warming,
You Dirty Cockroach! Do you feel her exciting lips?

You have feelers, move them on her rosy cheeks
Slip and fall on the cuts and curls of a lovely maid,
Careful first meeting! Little away from the peaks,
Behave like a gentleman, it shouldn't be a raid."

My heart replied, "No need of being so much afraid,
Feelers touched her eyes, read waves of the beats,
The maid is also looking for a blind Cupid raid."
Feelers are hot with the waves of radiating heats."

It started with a kiss and having edited the rest,
I tell you I became a victim of an amazing adventure,
The singular affair, a big success, how can say the best,
A lasting love, everyday a crown, an increasing treasure!

Will you please believe I am living now without a heart?
Dictatorship is my fate! Now dictated by an old housewife,
Overrating her beauty her charms and spicy cooking art,
I'm underrated by her. Well, it's the sad story of my life!

(I am sorry my readers. The winter rains shaking the earth, today, at Karachi in between 10: 00 and 10: 30 hours. Though by now there is no news of any type of loss from the earthquake. So what if I was also jerked to write this naughty poem)