Muddy Road Of His Poem by Naveed Akram

The road is muddier than snowy tracks,
Like your finger and thumb, as far as the sun.
I sentence you to a quiet death and winter,
Open is the shelter of a crow of distinction.
My road is straight and narrow but never crooked,
Many have stayed into the seasons of a year.
Do not give beauty a chance to build the flower
As nature tasks itself to manipulate the stars.
My path executes and accuses the multiple signs,
Offering a man and his woman the entire globe,
Fit for rulership by his demarcation, and exploits.
I have forced only the longest windows of the soul,
Reason blesses us with its call and action.
By the tongue a reading is concerned to be bliss,
My pathway is certainly strong, stronger than the will.