My Car And My Family Poem by Naveed Akram

My car is caring for the door,
The daughters of the sudden drama
Encase themselves in divine whipping
Of cream, we stagger and search
For the mixture often; we bless them.

Open the door, I show you the door,
Fastening knots on the soul of doors;
The mixing is of matter and energy,
Offering me the derived door of devilry.
My open door is obviously ruined,
My open door is obviously blooming.
My car is of the entrance to the world
That souls confidently explore,
We are sons and family so faulty.

My car is of the door, and daughters
Cease to argue with their heart on hills,
My cars are nuances, derelict, and descriptive,
Fallen from heavenly minds, ferociously
Frozen.