Die Here Poem by Naveed Akram

Die here my dearly departed,
Force the heart to aspire to new
Conversation, fewer words must
Be recited inwardly, and esoteric
Manners are reigning, regaining.

To give my heart a standard is frightful,
Towards the end of the time of cities,
We are polite and we are polite.
To give my heart a role to play
Is like beating with hurts of love.

So die here and there, but lack the will
Of the sword, that buries itself into holes
Too small, too wide and scary,
So death is near and so die here,
In front of my eyes when my life cares.