Dance Of The Season Poem by Naveed Akram

The sun is like us in the dance of the season:
Summer, it lives within the body, mind and pleasure;
Brilliant summer and before it spring,
A wonderful creative work form God,
The one who made us hearing the heat,
And seeing the stars in the night.

The moon must pass as a hot star,
A very shadow of another moon,
Like an enchanting deathly object too hard to the touch.
We bring all this light to our eyes.