Life Has Stormy Weather Poem by Naveed Akram

My life has turned upside down,
Storms have orchestrated my demise;
For their speedy directions the storms
Sort out problems for other natures,
Letting me have a life that fetches others.
Those other beings encase the lives
Of deaths, as they feel the fallen crafts.

Many storms are orange and all courses
Of red, for the blood in the arteries runs thick.
Storms like these internal monsters,
Work from afar and exact the justice.

My life is full of stormy weather,
Tempests have overturned my ceremony
And my proclamations are also affected.
But words define the way my life runs,
Living along with others, living always
In the sight of men who deliver us into health.

The storms eventually shoulder the evil
Spirits and beings into calm notes.
The accosting is the fetching,
Familiar heels are against the ground
Of electrical worries.
My feet sunder, my arms cleave
Others in half from iron daggers
And double-edged swords.

Let storms be indifferent to a human
And let the humanity be proud of us
As we speak of the lining inside this
Sphere called the world.