Lovely Fact Poem by Naveed Akram

O Lord, why do scientists be with their eyes
The compassion that entrances?
Is lovely fact a pleasure all about it?

Do not see others discover, you scientist,
Be the first representative of your faith in pleasure.

Close your rules with the wink of an eye,
Why is your appearance that of a godly man?

You just obey the premises and the rules of God,
Problematic issues illustrate the score of this life.

I must find moments of their illness and righteousness,
Internal anxiety and anguish is a parade on the soul.

May work be a gender, not danger, for the work is,
The very worker is the man who is not in the game.

I see obstacles in my way, yet your flask is full of venom,
Coloured though it is, my deed is to establish what is.