Little Songs Poem by Naveed Akram

Little songs shortly sing along other lines,
Little are words of distinction so wrought.
A writer understands the stages of stars,
A poet fills the habits and dances of charts.

My words are emptied and embedded on sires,
Incredible dreams issue forth like stardom,
These dreams stagnate and flow through the cosmos
With appeal and form, thought and idea.

My passes are like the strands of success,
My light is embedded in me as I walk downstairs.
One strong helper forbids me to continue,
For worse are the stars of this universe than your face.

My action speaks like a light, light after red light
Shines discretely to stay in the feet that I walk with,
Legs are sustained, after legs that carry one from bed;
The arms stray far as the movement is philosophy far away.