Craft Of The Head Poem by Naveed Akram

Bound to the craft of reading one suffices with
Awkward dreams innocently retold by the pen.

Binding with atoms is the present or gift for the
Lonely soul, who organises a relentless ambition.

A dream confidently expresses its wishes forever,
Cancelling threats from the left and right.

It sleeps tonight, due to godly workers in the head
And dreams work like soldiers to support the head.

My craft for the acts that retell a fortunate ending
Is like that of a storyteller, a stronger narrator.

Nuggets of gold neglect our calling of certain minds
That royally object to the governing of people who dream.

Money is on the talk of the season, as it streams in
Relentlessly, making you rich and riser of the west and east.

Wisdom is then in the conversation, roasting the paths;
With the sun this much is attained, then souls object.

Learn them if you are proficient, and see the hearers,
And hear the seers, like a ghost in the whole world.