Bright Mornings Poem by Naveed Akram

Innocence is brighter than happiness,
Innocence wins according to rights
Entailing no more disaster and bad worship.
Calling into the air, you recall the bliss
Attacking you in the folly of the heart.
No more friendship in the right circles,
Tears are kept at a distance for someone.

Innocent return was the entrance of my deceased,
Coffins caught me off and into the slime.
The endings were slimy and boring,
Frosty mornings inhabited our stay.
The morning was a mourning process
Proceeding from the stay in the rivers.
Swimming them seemed like forever,
Diving can be abysmal,
Since the water is unsafe to be bent.