He Was Moody Poem by Naveed Akram

He was moody as the fast of the spring,
A whole look was the lonely life in us,
Some of the time was a shy remainder,
In this well of happiness we call life that lives.
He tried to be the best feature of this galaxy
That murders other life, fire lingers and lurks.
He acted the secretary of the island,
Country after country investigated tonight.
The moods of this disaster quelled the air,
Forcing us deeper into the factories and schools.