Aflame Poem by Naveed Akram

The world aflame, we astound it,
On the way this language becomes;
Lips of cold energy are revolting,
Revolving and empty with sin.
You lie by me and kill my belongings,
On this side of the river there runs a spirit
Or ghoul of astounding and abhorrent strength.
The lips are struck by its glare
And my funeral has abolished me.
I run the world now that the fire is out,
Languages and folly are over.
Place him in the middle of the river,
Rivers are running deep today and every day.