How Many Stops She Has Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Men are born but women are evolved,
See me I am almost the same as I was born,
See a female infant,
Eyesight never stops anywhere,
Now see a woman but before that,
You must have in your basket,
Your breakfast, lunch and dinner,
And a thermos flask of cold water,
And another one of tea or coffee,
Roasted cashew nuts may help a lot,
Traveling from her lovely hairs to the beautiful feet,
May take a day and a complete night,
I could never count,
How many stops are there in a woman!