To Learn Bravery Poem by Naveed Akram

To return to him, you must learn with the seeing,
Pretty pieces of the pathway appear to us when sown.
Cool and stopped, a freedom of the house is propped,
Returning us yet again to oblivion and soul's rest.
Hiding, creating and fulfilling is a fierce wind of might,
Turning the present to the past or the future.
Time is still a system of the painted paint, a pant of sayings,
The rigour of righteous reality, the space of a region.
Towards the cheek is the calling, alien to my neck,
Feel the chess of my life, the phones of my calling.
Fighting is just an occupation from above and below,
To return to him is a liar's question, a lie is obsolete,
A lie is a far fire, a lie is fierce gusts of a hurricane.

Accept then cheapness so soft, wrapped in poverty,
But nevertheless hunger has entered the fold of life,
And saying is fighting, fighting is speech of love,
We interact due to the enemies whom we love.
Begin the imagination now that your time is swift,
It ends when emotion overcomes us in a figure
Of love, wasting the muscles as sharp bravery.