Inward Dreams Poem by Naveed Akram

Knowing me is like knowing weather, inward dreams,
And solutions of the poverty and wealth, of riches and rags.
My case is a subtle case, it conquers the cases of cases,
For this is difficult on the horizon of design, of philosophy.

To know the cylinder is to know the shape, it conquers the heart,
But the heart is the case of case, it blends to the musical talent,
A muscular talent is a joy of the body and pride, a happiness,
For muscles are of blood and tissue so ghostly and sad.

I have knowledge of the anatomy, says my doctor who says,
I have wisdom of my scripture, says my priest who prays,
Fulfil then this learned fact that submerges under the red water,
And emerges in blue water, after colour has been destroyed.