A Woman Replies All Questions Part 2 Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Why there is hunger and why are the pains?
Why ugliness everywhere see my wet eyes?
Preening with nails my wounds and stains,
I stood bravely before the unkind skies.

I packed the doors of mind and the windows,
In a bag I had brought in the quest of pearl,
And threw it, highest of all my previous throws,
Before it could crack Paradise and the Hell,

A light caught the bag and started propagating,
"God, kind enough has taken back all your pains,
A unicellular life is ahead, breaking and reproducing,
Go back in your lonely hut, no love, no stains."

No! Give me back my pains, give me even more,
Forgive me My Lord! I withdraw my quest,
She is a lovely answer that I like and adore,
If she is with a poor man he is at the best!

Frustrated came back, she was at the gates
I was hungry, she was hungry, no fish in the hut.
With arms into arms and the hungry mates,
Joy of a toy, play of the clay, a hut and the nut!