I Believe In Poem by Naveed Akram

I believe in mad men if they believe they are mad,
If they are consistent then they are human,
And I am humane, for I am obesity
And it hurts those who like their lives.

I call them my friends, and my prosody, my pen,
For fortune has arrived and accosted me.
It is famous men who are a mist in the dungeon,
Their talk is frail and contaminated,
Like the lives of a young group of people.

Heaven is beneath the stars not above,
For we are in love with them the moment it is just.
Let the lightning be a spread sheet of work,
Sweating the ears and eyes, for it is a moment of justice.

Feel the force of brains and alchemy,
Feel those who concentrate on behalf of the government,
Pondering and pondering, until they drop.