The Box Disappears Poem by Naveed Akram

The box disappears from the twilight,
Then the sun appears to justify the success;
One boxes the bags for delivery,
As one opens the bars that stain the city.

I have a box of the illnesses that shine,
Performing a memory of the later song;
Offered to some are the realities of greatness
Shining like a shining star or sun of good life.

This brought on a weakness in the ages to come,
This ill way performs upon the religious senses
Straining me as the swifter wind, the likeness
Of these winds is of the higher kind.