I Must Flow On Air Poem by Naveed Akram

I must flow on air like the magic carpet,
This the afterglow of my troubles so sweet;
I can fly according to rules of grave gravity,
My stage is set to improve my velocity.

The growth of the relaxed spirits is exceeding
The best of interests, my flight is forward
In this cosmic calamity, a flight to the never land
Of my wildest dreams so dreary and dim.

I must flow on this oxygen of the magic world,
I have seen trees far below, with trunks of magical
Bark, and wood of the lowest esteem, like the magic
Of the wizard that dissolves in the water of a stream.

In that stream I see the requests of arch-sorcerers,
Worlds inhabit the worlds, like the steam of our mist.
To be a magic flight with the magic carpet is straying
Far too distant from the normal mundane realm.