Lads Of Highest Nature Poem by Naveed Akram

Lads of highest nature can evolve one at a time,
Each other they share on their only mightiness.
A single feat has attained a finality in the argument,
As a controversy is obsolete, all, all obsolete.
My tailor is a dress-maker of higher repute than the next one,
A workman is glad, proud and necessary because of his trade.
My money has not arrived from my craft, just as craft,
I do also look at the individual who connects as much as possible.

The money is entrancing and I am enthralled,
Plato has never been so impressed by my imagination-
It carried me through the generations and my old age.
The old poem has written itself, and I am again in love with my word.
Plato and Aristotle are blinking and I am in the way of their thoughts.
Practical thinking is the most careful over the poem, of thought.