Dear Old Lady Say Hello To February Only Seven Times Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Watch growing of white wings and changing colors of your hair,
Well you will not be asked to choose a color from the rainbows,
Nature is examining the nice old lady snoring on her old arm chair,
Winds are penetrating inside not peeping in through the windows,

Soon you will get suitable colors for your hair and for your face
Pink roses in green bikinis swing on the beach of a deep green sea,
Listen to the naughty birds singing and inviting the lady of grace,
Come on dear granny and with you cute grandchildren be a lady lea,

Just seven steps backward is the garden of flowers waiting for a fairy
At every step back you will get rid of one annoying sign of the old age
Hairs are silky and brown, back to fifties, said first hello to the February
You have opened the cruel time made doors come out from the cage.

The second hello has brought back you to the matured, still sensual life,
Your preferences are changed you are a mother of grown up children,
But you haven't forgotten yet that first of all you're a lovely wife,
No wrinkles reappear sprinkles, music of bangles, Eve in a Heaven!

Here comes the third hello effect of forbidden fruit-vibrating bosom,
An Eve at her best in her thirties the thirst of love is at its vertex,
An Adam always ready to pay to the nature the demanded ransom,
Life has no meaning except love especially when love is at its climax!

When a throat is dry when the lips are shy who cares of the sky,
In such a moment what lips speak is heard only by the lips,
With a fourth hello open wings bold enough to sail and fly,
Adam is following, greedily watching the curves of the ships.

The fifth hello makes her a work of art and a model of lovely earth,
Hills and plains, greenness and pinkness, rivers and fountains,
Dear sky close your eyes; I'm trying counting an uncountable worth,
How many you shall wash? In twenties infinite are the youth's stains!

The sixth hello brings her back where she tasted the forbidden fruit,
The first page of the mystery of life was read by an innocent couple,
Nothing else suited them, for each other they were the only suit,
Thank you, O love! How nicely you taught it to an ignorant couple.

Seventh hello to a mild February a teen aged boy and a teen aged girl,
A love at first sight, a beautiful smile, a melodious song, and a dance,
Looking for the lonely places where nature could show a cut and a curl,
A gentleman boy and a gentle lady girl just confining on a pink romance!


No more hello sweetheart! Though as a child you were a beautiful fairy,
I was no less than a prince with a heart having only a childish desire,
Selfless was my every friendship and harmless was my rivalry,
Once I got my childhood I shall remain a child and I shall ne'er retire!