Gold Is Gold Poem by Naveed Akram

When the standing is the understanding,
I drift among letters, parchments of gold.
Go to gold, entering wrong, feed the strong,
Install happiness, so behold the highness.

Gold after gold swiftly envelops bread crumbling,
So eat of bread, pieces of it successfully breed.
This bread, this golden treasure is the food of goodness,
Yesterday, my goodness died as gold passed into it.

So understand the signs of the recited document,
Sorry about the blue seas, the grey gay skies.
Towards heaven a bullet is cast and fired forever,
In heaven there is no death from golden chairs.