My Legacy Poem by Naveed Akram

I was in grief, then madness,
My brief life caused a good to befall on
The populace of the city I was born in,
This city was my dream on the world,
And I want to return to it.

I was madly coming to my whims,
And then sudden death collapsed my being,
As if murder was on the horizon,
Licking its wounds with sadness,
Living a life of deathly substance.

I was a man drunk with love, brief lives
Were with me, my friends were not fiends,
But sprites of the underworld,
Where caves continued and flawed
The ways of a beautiful life.

I wanted that city of the world to be
Inside my heart shining forth,
Crossing bridges was easy,
Like the heated battle of a foot soldier,
And the travelling life of a chieftain.