From Bitterness Poem by Naveed Akram

Spare me from bitterness,
Give me the passion to condemn
And thank at the same time.
The hills of my adulthood
Are numberless, as the numbers roost,
Humming a tune of permanency,
The numbers are from the moon.
Keep me as friend and you will see
The earth within me, as I play forever
The guardian of my fortunes,
Forgetting the world as I know it,
Futures keep on forsaking me,
Like the earth and its fiery mountains.
Forget the cruelty of judgment
For I see it in me, it is so strong.