I'll Leave Your Home Poem by Naveed Akram

I'll leave your brown house set in the village and country,
And your illustrated garden of foxgloves and primrose.
May my life be filled with quiet jokes and filled with light,
So may the eyes behold a lightning bolt from the sky.
This is to shake my boisterous being, to glorify my name,
And to glorify the poem, once a dead artefact or rudeness.

In a Paradise is my beloved eye and ear, in another shell
Of beautiful belonging, like my older brother and sister.
I'll leave your share of this existence and thought, fashionable
And secret, joyous and triumphant, concealed and rejoiced.
I am a tender man with tender heart, fashioned by loveliness,
Like the order of a genius as he speaks to the people of the sky.

We always thought of the wonders in this world of light and dark,
We're poor and rich, digested and sick, filthy and ticked by a teacher.
In a Paradise is where I'll keep, and I'll leave your house of holidays,
Strengthening the thoughts of a poor soldier who is me and only me.
I am filled with a light of the heavenly variety, all due to age, and my day
Is a day of wonder and delight, pondering and conjuring, like the oil of earth.