I Have To Possess This Stone And Gold Poem by Naveed Akram

I have possessions of stone and gold, changing my soul,
Poems of the orientations, of the postures, of the ruins.
A gun is shown to headless men, shooting them is ruinous,
For I possess them, their souls are in my grasp like sand and
Ice, feeling a joint to everyone, feeling a sentence of disgrace.

To see overpowering forces focuses brilliant chaos,
It is the friend of the friend, the chaos of the chaos.
So praise the one who observes everyone, he is goal
And goat, sheep and lamb, horse and steed, like war
On the equal footing, it is fondly held in the arms.

The stone heart is beautiful like the iris of an eye,
It swings like a pendulum, feeding the hungry beggar,
Trying chess, fixing the nature of the nation, and
Fastening string to see a grave happening, only to be
Intimidated, like a romantic man and woman.