My Soul Is Present Poem by Naveed Akram

The presence of my soul is due to the heart,
Beats are numerous compared to the sins,
Always the blood permeates the heavenly stance,
Failing this, we retire and be rewarded for eternity.

The soul is guided aright, from the futility of rice,
The anger of poultry, and the warmth of potatoes.
Beats are many-sided beliefs, they swing to us
From the clouds of watery effects, the real sinning.

Our dreaded chapter ends well, as blue plasma
Instructs the face with longing and yearning;
A wise man enters the copse to search for a corpse,
What will he say to the angel of death when he finds it?

The soul collapses, the fraternity is rinsed, and chapters
Are collided with periods of the heart and soul and mind.
The mind embellishes a wandering hermit who sits mightily,
Regarding all that exists with hunger and gratitude.