Guards Are Honest Poem by Naveed Akram

Guards will reply to the storms of stringing happiness,
Often the days are nights, but the religion of hope has
Spoken faster and faster, the fasting is again the coping
Of a man in unison with a woman.

Guards of this hour are against me,
They persecute the grand hopping strategy,
This alleviation of suffering is about our joining,
Feeding the mouth with the bottle.

Milk has been the harvester of honesty,
It secretes and burdens the youth,
Fulfilling a tactic by the wholesome ghost,
Who means to infiltrate and expire one day.

A little milk will be a solving behaviour,
Lulling the fight, as looting can be very, very dire.
This liquid of the eye stammers every day,
Opening the heights of this enlightenment.