My Dreaming Poem by Naveed Akram

My dreaming carries electrical bargains
Understanding the brain by deductions.
My dream surrendered to awe and work,
May thinking of the day be artwork and brickwork.
The mind has a prison of thoughts,
Lulling the contents with safety and blots.
The space for a prisoner is strongly small
After he or she caters for the other who is tall.
Similarly, the thoughts of our head are attached,
They spring and enlarge and be hatched.
My dreaming makes me sick at times,
Someday I pray for times to be rhymes.