I Came Through Poem by Naveed Akram

I came through the destructive valley,
Forming rituals and other despicable acts,
And then my situation turned sour from beliefs
That mattered because they were muttered.
My numbers are complete, my numbers are happy,
As my family is complete, like the whole system
Of consideration and talk of conversation.

I came through with peace when people wanted me
In the ways of speaking sins and whole clauses,
I came about from the reactions of the decade,
I forced a will and I made it worse than the years
Inside the years, those holy periods of time.