For Solemn Music Poem by Naveed Akram

What is in the nature of music that you flow
Continuously and relentlessly like offal?
Eating the restraints and the foibles is
Intoxicating due to God, feeding a frankness
Of the most appeal, of equal measure.
We are hundreds of people calling to right,
And wrong turns its back on voluptuous doing.
What tragic part of the cosmos enlightens me
In father and mother, the parents promised to me?
The natural parts of the void are entailing the odds,
The evenings are mute, as they portray a mightiness
That defies the gods of old and ancient.
My music solidly comprises virtue and manner,
Combs are for the hair, not for solemn music.