Coral Poem by Naveed Akram

Whose winning has erupted like a volcano?
The magma is hard, not soft, but intricate,
And it is gift after gift for the lonesome.
We pray and endeavour, pray and speak,
To the leaders of tomorrow who toss the tongue
At speaking crowds, bellowing wows sounding
The cosmos of the worlds, a happy fortunate place.

Whose craft has been added like mathematical joy?
The magma entertains like fire of the held prophet,
They will see, they will ride the waves of splendour,
But the miracle erases the miracle of the hurt.
The craft enjoys me, as a winner, after the losses,
The crafty coral reef is afoot, like the beauty
And the beasts of the higher thoughts inside.