Fast Riches Poem by Naveed Akram

Fast and slow are cars that slide,
The love of a ride is as a blind man;
It is the path of a lover and priest,
They pray and love all to themselves,
Shaking the hands of mysticism,
Betraying a trust of the law.
Perhaps, the business of a man and his book
Is brilliant, but then what is brilliant?
The brilliant sun is heavenly and bright
Like the business of a man in daylight.
He is earning pride and money, fast and slow,
Much of the winning is light, is fight.
A lawful representative of life,
He acts in the way of money and wealth -
He became rich, rich!