Basic Ability Poem by Naveed Akram

Basic abilities are the life of my work,
Just be authority, and certain trees are grown.
The sender of thoughts shall weigh half,
Justice finds a place for the weak and infirm.
My opening thoughts fence for themselves,
Names are too beleaguering like a fountain.
Must we touch the return of our forefathers?
The living and dying is for one who cares
About the haziness in the air of the dwellers.
Basically and effortlessly, the thoughts
Are registered to work genius in the hearts of men.