After The Gold Poem by Naveed Akram

It was longer time to follow.
I should have what is my treasure.
But where do we go to sights of trouble?
It was there, the rubber and rubble of gas,
Those glinted shards of solid glass,
When walls of flowers grew in the rain.
I raised the boat with my treasure
And swam mechanically to the beach.

After the treasure, was my foe of hard gauze,
A metal lump of gold, too happy in the extreme,
Lying there in the grass of grit and stones,
Of gravel and bones, waiting to be announced
By the tongue encapsulating the words of your
Sweetness. This is gold, and this is your halting.

My treasure has worked with joys of the yellow river,
It swims like me, and spends for the good works of
Mankind, a longer light of handsome faces
That employ the message of mighty weather.