Sad Summer Poem by Naveed Akram

This sad summer sun is too small in brightness,
It fades towards the other end of the day,
Loathing it requires patience, of the highest order,
Facing me is this weather, of sunlight and light rain,
My living gave a heart to the wilderness.

This quiet ending to the day may cause trouble,
Or this patient man in the whole of this kingdom quietens.
May he leave us, when the hares and rabbits jump in the season we see,
This sadly brings us to a close,
The mad hands of fate close our meteors to a drop.

Patient men are losing their anger
When they have to wait and listen
To all the apostles in the sun, under the sun,
And we deprive others when we speak ill of this fabulous star,
This summer, the stars or planets remind me of nighttime.