From Wisdom Is My Voice Poem by Naveed Akram

Come stay with my mind and be a dove of heights,
And my intelligence will fill, my wisdom will bloom;
The hills and stills cause us to agree and argue politely,
The valleys undo the pleasant faces, but submerge us.

Come with me to love a few times about the bridge,
Daily harvests require daily activities due to haste;
And all the craggy cliffs kiss the top of my voice,
Sterile and alert, the seas come rolling towards the boat.

My mind and my intellect sway according to waves,
Melodies bring melodies of the spring and summer,
But waves are water, waving is as pleasant as the oars,
My beautiful one is like a cliff on the top of love itself.

My shed is shy of my shallow water, wasting the wry smile,
Shredding the wonderful world with total manners.
My immense measure of the soul is under the sea and land,
Where dragons strive and deliver their eggs and wastes.