To Be This Garden Poem by Naveed Akram

To be this garden is to be found
With a name distressed as the flowers,
They abide in the well of anxiety,
Their illness lies in the wilting of time.

My garden comes next to your door,
This door fixes its heavenly glare at voices,
Fitting to the heart of the manner,
My gardens are too many after the quake.

Then the seismology is different,
Too many quakes mean too many times
Of beauty and ugliness as the world
Falls and disunites, to be a culture.

To be this garden betroths you to unity,
For this union is strong like the wind
Blowing only in one direction so dire
And strange that forts are built to match them.