In The Cold Poem by Naveed Akram

My hazard is a parcel for us to collect in the cold,
When wizards bite the skin of their own, in the cold.

My innocence resides in the head of my trustworthy soul,
Please be obedient to me when obeying to enthrone, in this cold.

My thought is your thinker’s achievement, for you saw,
And I as a seer am a fountain all alone, in the cold.

To strive is goodness, to think for the soul works well,
Let religious views be the issues of concern the wind has blown in the cold.

To be strong the backbone needs strengthening so well,
Once the effort of the high spirits becomes a cyclone in the cold.

Justice needed my deity to prescribe separate laws for all conditions,
Hot or cold, warm or cool, the effort of a man or a clone, in the cold.

Let us be never weak with danger, so high, so mighty as a goal,
And this test must be achieved when flown, in the cold.

I have danger and with this belief in my heart to not shake,
The name I am called is the noun I have grown, even in the cold.