Prosperity Has A Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

Prosperity is the soul of this birth,
One has success in the experience;
Then experiments delay the quest,
And life begins to unwind like indifference.
One sees a vision of dreams and light,
Fetched by the toys of this oblivious state.
Leaning on the stairs to heaven is a bark
From the fire breathing dragons who
Are the open enemies of mankind.
Prosperous crowds align according to rank
And trust, feeding on the illnesses of the past
Like a civilised lot, full of endeavour and practice.
This birth of the soul is a feeling from the crowd
Of voices discussing the fates of a generation.