Blessed Time Of Solitude Poem by Naveed Akram

I behold an angel in the end
I solve my life from the end
I sell a story in the middle
I laugh a little when I died

All this is in the time of solitude
Everybody died due to naivety
Bombs and bullets became darts
Death occurred due to the design

In the grave a man has died
His soul has to be annexed
Letters strike into words of nature
Spiritual habits are overtaken

Our life has emitted wisdom
My living is only my dying
The writing must be always in tears
When do the words of divinity stop?