Thoughts Beget Poem by Naveed Akram

My red colour shakes in the begotten springs,
The blood streams ahead of reality today.
For the colour of fortune is the same as clay:
Sleep in innocence, so I admire though abstain.
The real avenues of thought beget other thinkers,
Their forceful pen is upon us all with glaring neon
Lights, fulfilling the autumns and springs.

My righteous thinkers sustain the only pen,
Then the loud estimates succeeded only once.
My righteous philosophers sustain and cherish
One after the other.

The modern world has been a fact of brilliance,
More periodic fighting begets music and pain,
Then the truce of truth is forgiven by foretellers
Like monks and priests of the noble character.

My blue colour is like the sky at day in fierce
Readiness, into the fighting jets above.
Neon lights glare and stand on the ledge,
Lulling the paint of an artist, the arts are more
Than me, the sciences relentlessly free
Certain individuals who concentrate.