Who Kissed Who Was Kissed Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The strife that was leading us towards separation,
But the flower of love in her lovely arms,
Stretched her hands towards me and said first time,
'Pa! ', and smiled to calm down the storms.
What else was the most amazing moment of my life,
We met, saw each other, smiled, after a serious strife.

I took my daughter's head on my right shoulder,
And started moving towards our bed room,
Feeling a hot breath at my neck when I turned back,
She looked like a bride following her bridegroom.
I heard a whisper, 'We both are needed by the child.'
The stone in my bosom became then too much mild.

'We are becoming now so much ugly and bad,
Relations should be beautified by more flowers.'
She remained silent but I felt gradually my shoulders
Were so much wet by two loving eyes' showers,
Then I turned my face and got what I had missed,
Difficult to decide who kissed and who was kissed!