Green Land Poem by Naveed Akram

Green is the land with great brightness,
Inside a dangerous commodity called life,
Stinging the eyes with conspicuous reality,
And deriving equations of grandeur that die.
Green is the land of ripe fruit, virile when
Mixed with sweet water flowing from the
Regions of potions. Alchemists compose
The song of the green land mixing with
Sweet waters, showing a blessed realm.

Falling leaves subjugate the horizon
Of this virile picture called Death.
My task is to alleviate the Land’s suffering
If disasters strike or catastrophes overwhelm.
My play of words will contrive a canter and gallop
Like the steeds of old and ancient wealth.
The horses will run faster than green lands,
Overtaking us with their glorious charge,
Inflated by the air of complex substances,
Like the green land called by us.