A Complaining Man Poem by Naveed Akram

I complain about god like an angelic spirit,
During the rapid strikes of your destiny.
Opals and rubies combine in their memories
To unleash the ordinary rights and wrongs.
My letter is a complaint of formalities,
My lesson is the order of a sacred king.

To see godly men is like watching the parade,
My thumbs crack, they wither like the trolls
In decline due to the good forces of the light.
Evil is at the heart of the rooms in innocence;
Goodness is seen, then my sages reply
To the interrogative sentences blaring and daring.

To believe the craziness of a heart is crucial,
It manages the sparks, inside the roaming of
Freedom, it is read by the innocent so highly.
Towards the city is the lava flow of hell,
It strikes at the heart with white sheets,
I have to believe in the length of strength.