Waiting For A Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Waiting for this moment my life is raised to the grave,
It is mind and matter that is erased, minds enfold the
Moods of death, they play on the wishes of the soul.
My life enters the route to unhappiness, blessed,
Yes it is remaining and absolute like the planet on its
Last day, a fighting ground for the forces of nature.

My inspiration is like a godly statement of old ruination,
Falsehood vanishes when the true beings of godliness
Raise me to the grave on a lonely voyage to the other.
A world is waiting, freezing like hunger, cooling like summer,
In a day and night, inwardly forcing a butler or priest,
Like nurses and doctors of the release, a wage is earned.