The Form Of Life Poem by Naveed Akram

I want the form of life called happiness without pain and endurance,
I wish for the straight path and all of the relentless goals to accost me,
Like this and that, those and these, filling the bank with worries.
Thoughts have been given, swerving along the horizon little by little,
Like a wand of harmony and physics this way with that saying of words.
I want burden after burden to be lifted in the way of My Lord,
See the refuge from him this time, next lift your hands and make gems
Come from the skies of gold and silver, living has been ancient.
I see the wonders of the heavens and I am honest with life itself,
Subjects of the day consider a knowledge that is general,
So general was that knowledge of such oldness and newness.