In My Imagination Poem by Naveed Akram

In imagination the rights are few and famous,
Inside the triangle of many disorders lies a weapon
To make our message shine with love and minor actions.

In this season of joy we aptly remind ourselves
To keep a revolver on the further bench
So as to shoot the men of mighty age and skill.

In this reality, a goal has been achieved out of
The lingering fear, one felt a sensation of cool
Air, the very being has established a ruin and relish.

I have ascertained my age according to deeds,
Those doers in runny waters are watching,
Theirs is the food of the youth and innocence.

Sometimes a young sweetheart reigns on the obvious
And the mundane, to fulfill my sweet sounds
And the courage will fight for another night of fountains.

My image has relied on substances of the mice
Creeping in their holes, and they are ready to pry into life
Outside. Their relaxed being causes me to stir.