A Just Poem Poem by Naveed Akram

A poem exercises the beliefs aggressively,
They contract like the heart so like a shout,
Their entrances are definitely in justice.

When poetry enters the buildings, we object
Lastly, our souls are uplifted as we stay
In recompense, feeling and feeding the rights.

Why do we be poets of the opposite calculation?
Where are the words of delight that question?
Our poems justly enamour the public with sight.

One is loved by the fatal remembrances,
One poet is equal to fourteen fingers,
As the philosophers and scholars relate.

Then this heart of mine hears our praises,
Fastening the greed of the eyes on beauty,
Beautiful pens are indeed the authority.