Chimes So Clear Poem by Naveed Akram

The chime is clear so thank it in every place,
Towers are tall, like the object of descent, of
The descendants so young and too old.

One has life, one has death, believe in living as
Long as you live, like a tower standing tall,
Feeling no fixture or betrayal all on its own.

Lament then this fall into abyss, lying is common
Among young and old, fall into a decent climb,
Falling is believing of soot in wells, where Joseph was found
As a believer and dreamer, offering myself as well.

The prophets call themselves a godly few, yet
Dreams conquer the rich men of all time,
Like fallowed land, in cherished spring and summer,
Not like different innovations of just the industrial.