Eureka! She Is Now Eighteen Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Born in twentieth century I never thought
I shall fall in love with a teen aged gal
Who was just seventeen yesterday till midnight
Whatever I may be I am a lover over all!

At zero hours, she shouted with tears,
"I am now an adult and can make my decision.
Though an old man but you're capable of love,
Your attention, please! No, it's not an illusion.

Swimming in a pond for seventeen years
I was harassed by ugly men sitting around
I see you beneath a tree writing a poem
You don't look like a hungry bloodhound.

Can you see these ugly naked men,
Having dangerous weapons, ready for a duel,
You're the only ray of hope, being a poet,
These are insane rulers and are too cruel!

Write a poem inviting the crowd to interfere
These men are ruling this garden of the pond
Make the crowd, emotional and so much hostile,
That they throw the rapists out of the garden,
Look at me I am so weak and so much fragile,

Think I may be destroyed if raped by these animals
They have stolen my dress it was hanging on the tree
They have captivated my ancient old mother
Only poets and the writers can get her free."

I wrote and invited the crowd to protest
The ugly rulers were dethroned with their teams.
I am afraid they will rape another century
Alas! Such uprisings we see only in the dreams!

(I am sorry twenty first century, poets can write only)