Always Winning Poem by Naveed Akram

Always the winners have repented due to goodness,
Hearing them is siding with them, might he close the door?
A paper-car started a country of trees seemingly,
Like groups above the horizon, above the crowd.
Left to their senses we are the winners always,
Carrying the state to success due to winning itself.

The trees will burn instead, feet first, heads last and timber
Has fallen to the children of plants so listed by the botany.
Without enough ideas we plunge into darkness,
Books hear men that cook with heat and learning.
My open example carries weight to the clouds,
Forming towards the earth and sun, like clouds.