Let It Be Only Me Poem by Naveed Akram

Let it be no living standard, let it rain
In abundance like the water from the only
Goals, the only goals of pleasure and pain.
The pain of this song is just for a moment,
Standing still, we perceive the threat of knowing.

I bow to you in beautiful ends and disputes,
I am dead, but you are living, like the rough and
Ready, like the pole star, and the morning win.
I am planted to the spot of my descendants,
Their rain and snow conquers the fright of evil.

To the sky's end we deserve the worshipping moods,
To encapsulate for the ones with castles and forts.
Our compass is exactly the wonder of this world,
I hold up the lamp of this virtue, and cry over it many
Times so that cleverness is a speech for the willing.