Gold Poem by Naveed Akram

Is it a fantasy of the parts of one’s soul?
Then gold is utmost in quality,
Foremost in taste, like a burden on the multitude,
Seasons speak well of those with gold.

It shines with spectacular charm
Like opening a treasure chest of marvels,
The same marvellous items we give to Heaven
And its compartments, its charming rivers.

We taste this element with peril,
What makes peril so perilous
And menace so strange?
The golden market is full of gold.