Gifts Poem by Naveed Akram

Gifts are the real reason for life to sustain our pleasures,
And destroy each man's heart when he strikes us.
The money will rise, reside and revolve, tonight,
As in every night, the day shall be missed. Again.
Presents must keep the ready heart to speak the alarm
Of life and living. Animals betray our position, as pets.
We are not animals, that spoke yesterday of today's gifts;
Rather our real genius is our wish to sustain our pleasures.
The gift is our pleasure of life, and it is called happiness.