Evil Rain Poem by Naveed Akram

And if rain would to be blessed by someone,
Drops gather and sustain us well, water is emerging
A clear winner, a source of indulgence by the weakest
And strongest, hearts are blending now and blinding now.

They bind in mysterious ways, gluttonous approaches,
Noting the differences of a heart and liver;
They abide in the plays of songs, thrones of endeavour,
Lulling the pressure of solid accusations, disgruntled.

Let the rain be absurdly indifferent after the
Wall-mounted ornaments jog and jerk, stop and quirk.
Viscid liquids called blood adjoin to the other side,
Hell is the boundary, it seethes into the flesh when poisoned.

Wormy features have sustained the horrors and abominations,
One is in abject fear in wonderful torment,
Worms eat into the beliefs, and create spiritual madness
Or persecution, the passion of evil and bad.