Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

You have certain illnesses in the way of life,
The formations and tissues inside us are in the way of life.

My offspring are never ill because of my efforts,
Their living and dying carry a burden and abruptness, in the way of life.

My brain sees some in pain, yet health conquers all,
Children will unite and give me suffering, no calmness in the way of life.

The days are numbered, for when I die in my old age,
This child always will cry and lament, for I am generous, in the way of my life.

Weeks and months have led to the beginning of my life,
A death has overcome us, my wife has left us, and the way of my life.

The intelligent progeny react and talk more along the lines of peace,
Is this not a face of pain, a delivering of genius, in the way of my life.

My wife was an unspeakable power of the way we were,
The life around has mattered to our giantess, in this way of life.