Words Of The Jungle Poem by Naveed Akram

You feel the strength forever in this righteous night,
You are dismayed by this blackness that is all right;
Forcing me rivers, the light of the calamity is the day,
These rivers bend and subjugate a mighty ruin.
The path is toiling and boiling, fruits are commandeering
The actual days with streams and rivers to be the objects.
A feeling dismays me powerfully, to be strong the words
Obscurely mean a repose and a saunter so plentiful.
The strength has much direction in this wilderness
That girders are branches and bricks are natural boulders.
My stains are numerous and these funny reasons
Bountifully regard my manner in this jungle of words and plants.