Kindness Is A Comfort Poem by Naveed Akram

Kindness is a comfort, or its own children,
A sparkle in the sky so lazy and dry, inner delight.
To think on after, a suddenness appeals to the east,
To think of thinness we speak of friendship and kinds.
Kindness is a gamut of spoken words too infinite,
Its gleaming rays ride the enigma, ride the glory of good.

The unworried men and women fall into love when diverse,
Like the theories of old and ancient, like the adages so pure.
Being so noble, we thought a complicated thought, a rudeness
Of the ever-serene, a righteous action or dalliance of spirit.
My kind men are my kindness to offer and feel, to actuate
As the blessing occurs; to invoke a goodness is to stiffly object.