Happiness Is Movement Poem by Naveed Akram

The identity of happiness travels farther than movement,
Memories stay with black heaths as they recede in the darkness;
I see music and hear art, liking the cinderella and the nation
On the night of the ball that marries me with joy.

This happiness, this joy explains why the pains of monsters
Are pains of the wishes of wicked men and women;
The pain and the joy are hidden like the night,
For the days are returning to their ready states.

Happiness only empowers the weak when monsters recede
Into the night, without the wishes of wicked impurity;
Happy people steal the wishes of greatly evil men
Whose girls and boys experience the courage of their forefathers.