The Afternoon And Evening Poem by Naveed Akram

The afternoon stands around our heads and hearts,
The evening suddenly approaches us from the spheres.
Getting up early on a morning of the weekend,
In an ice-trap of lingering aspects and respects,
I have a day of righteous conduct, rustling on the ear.
It clatters the whole arena of beer-cans and shingling sounds,
What a monster-scene! Full of getting up, full of singing.

The evening arrives around the bend looking on a curve,
This day is a night of nests and eggs jerked away from yolks.
I have my simplicity, I have my reward and the future is bleak,
Like the day of the day, and the night of the necessary night.
They look up, men hear the sounds of the women in laughter,
Smelling whiffs of selfish reasons, this is the rational thinking
Of desire and lust, so justice enters the religious arena.