Summer Is Spring Poem by Naveed Akram

Summer blooms like an angel with flighty wings,
This summer is like a repose or bad taste,
The feeling is growing every season into a summer.

For the summer is a colder climate for the heated child,
The son who is like a fragile corner of the globe,
The daughter who abstains from a prize-giving ceremony.

Spring will become an actor in a theatre called height,
The higher forms of laughter come actually from beauty,
This spring will be a destination for the whole of marriage.

The spring is like the season of the south, the reason for risk,
The trial of the complex-minded, the tent of the obsolete;
I force the climbing crew with a solid look at spring as a season.

The wincing goes on, the wanting is a call for the right act,
This grimace is a highly taught affair of the ruination so bland,
So let summer and spring be at headlong strife with each other.