In The Dead Of Night Poem by Naveed Akram

In the dead of night my reflection is genius with the moon,
And in the temple of love and happiness my daylight begins.
We are shut for a very long time, in this vase called Time,
Closed in, suffocated like a soul dithering purposely,
Feeling the heatwaves of deserts that expand, belying the
Changes of the night, the changes of the season.

I began to weep when Men could hear my salvation and breath,
Tears solidified, rest was assured as peacefully as roses are sweet
To touch, towards the icicles of youth and towards eternity.
We developed wings so flat and free, that pain mingled with pleasure,
Oats and barley were the diet before my flight of fire and freedom,
I must establish prayer in my household due to rights of a human.