My Beautiful Forgetting Poem by Naveed Akram

My forgetting is my beauty as it concerns us all,
Such forgetting is too stronger than tomorrow.
For these days belong to living that dies,
A single mood erupts and finds exhilaration.
I turn to the trees of ancient wood and wool,
When the beauty of their souls is uprooted
By the forgotten winds, feeding a joy to sprinting
And walking that is waking.
Mornings seem like mourning,
Evenings create a disturbance.
When we turn to the rooms of our destiny,
The houses remain among the architecture.
My forgetting is my beauty as it makes
Me cry for the souls that require it.