Death For Those Who Cry Poem by Naveed Akram

When the dying days become living nights
We must cry for the cryers, the bewailers.
In the heart is their song of fellowship and light,
In their soul is the repose of the body in comfort.

The friendship of a sinner with sinner is complete
Today, but the next day an alien has arrived,
For the listening effect, for the rumour to spread;
Strange news passes, stranger thoughts are thunk.

The enemies rain down like the showers of the midnight,
The raining continues forever, floods ensue with floors,
Raising the arena and raising the souls of the light,
Poisoning the vaster area, wet are the sands of action.