Life Is Kind To Us Poem by Naveed Akram

Life is a kindness called death and its minions,
Their strengths and signs are multitudinous;
My living is a promise for the bolder regions of life,
Its stinging and wasting is a different abode.
Life is a kindness from spring and summer,
Happening from afar, like the winter of surprise.

My fuel is feeling, it's a compass and reduction of fluids,
My emotion astonishes me thoughtfully, a best fuel
Is among our realities, and that is called feeling and
Emotion.

Life is a coming and going of fluids and weapons,
Their auction is a reduction, as light is constant
In the realm, in the ether of our regretful space.
Life is an emotional conduct, a reading of the past,
Like the writing of our own reading and studying.

So let the combustion combine with emissions,
And so pollute the surprising sky like an exactitude.
So kind is life, so beautiful is reason for righteous men,
The rational beings confer with the deductions of history.