In Grief Poem by Naveed Akram

When death came to a woman who leapt from a bridge,
Her husband leapt into grief, and was surprised by her act;
“Help me sleep! ” he cried, “Help me overcome this grief! ”

The death of a woman was a tragic affair, a surprise for all of us;
Death occurred for a reason, death managed a grasp,
Sleep was the ultimate action to make so as to overcome her death.

She had lapses of strength, no one can deny this,
But strong women should be better than the acts of cruelty
On the soul possessed, on the body possessed.

Sleep arrived as if crossing a bridge, the bridge of unconsciousness,
In this period of dreams, he dreamt of a woman so powerful,
Not an angel but a polite female, a profound wife so alive in heaven.