My Progress Poem by Naveed Akram

My dreams are my possessions, they stagnate and
Intertwine, like roaming nomads, internal progressions.

My paths are many in the world, but one is the supreme,
The straight path answers my soul and forgets nobody.

My offerings are my possessions, my money and wealth,
That entices all those working in their fields and lines.

My plans forgive the major people, my planet is on fire
From collisions with asteroids, for this is the fortress.

My anxiety grows every day, it enters my heart and squeals,
For I am on factory-fire, my own head is splitting sideways.

The pain does not spin and start, it is rejected by the world,
Bliss has introduced itself, according to the world of life and love.

Enter then the gardens of death, life admires you as you rest,
My anxious manhood spells its name and resides in its grave.