I Just Teach Poem by Naveed Akram

The soup of my voice frees the one
Who consumes tastes of a reality that truly
Begets tremendous stories,
Visions are published by the rumours
As they are uncovered by explosive questions.

The conversation must continue,
Yes, the conversation must continue
To enlighten and aerobically respire
So that transport is no problem of the body
With other bodies.

Those who speak to just remarks are likely
To stagger and preach all for the name
Of what is pious and righteous,
Yet conversations delve deeper than this
After so many have eaten their lives.

The pleasing words of the voice are like gravy
For the soul, a pleasing variety of chosen blends
So extravagant and delicious for those around
That wordy men and women collect and connect
To be at one with the circle of learning.