Do Not Accept The Noon Poem by Naveed Akram

Once the night is called deceased you will cry over us,
A man began to strictly obey when his mother told lies.
Whenever the moon passed by with a ritualistic thought,
It entered the mind by fear of death, causing the occupant
Of the house to weep due to the fears so close to his soul.

You will cry over us the minute the angel of death walks by,
Anxious you will be, for his questions are severe and strong.
Occupants will bewilder the priest, but he cannot help the crying
Nor the tears of the everlasting rain, the burden is stronger for
The mild attackers. War overtakes the soul when it is upright.

Once the day overrides, a calamity overtakes the soul in the path,
This time a perusing priest interrogates you about your troubles.
The worst of the seasons has passed, a minute is after a minute,
Forcing the whales and dolphins to sing in the sea, watching a liar
Take flight in the air and sky. So force nobody to accept the noon.