Poisons Of Children Poem by Naveed Akram

The poison of a posture relaxes the faith of a day and night,
Inside the warner's heart is a glamorous opening and closing.

Blood will draw you near, feeding the vampire bat or the mosquito,
Frightening the user of evil itself, scaring away victim after victim.

Farces enlighten the bold bodices, the beautiful jackets of gold,
And larks crop up in places of the united earth, unexpected places.

You must fly towards the goal, witness the pleasures, fix the memories,
Lifting the pen of sacred ink hat glows blue and black accordingly.

Do not be far off you heart of great gold, defend your ill children gently,
So blood will reenter the folding universe of a distance and displacement.

This is alone and hurt of the other children, awkward and finer than sugar,
As I grow my children also grow, feeding their mouths and mine with sugar.

And so the poison of life and love is flowing in the veins; arts and sciences
Flow from the vessels and capillaries, feeding the bats and rats and flies.