No Night Is Wiser Poem by Naveed Akram

Not a night partakes in joy of regional history,
That I howl in the hole of strife, the triumphant
Weapon is adorned by the barbaric elements.
No night enjoys the barbarians called beasts
Beating their chests, in triumph and disgrace.

No night will reappear, still the life is of university,
Of learning the whole river of doubts and slime.
Knowledge will sprout from fountains of harm
As a heart is concealed within, like a jewel
Muttering its appeal in whole innocence.

The barbarians and the students lurk forming
Opinion, forming ideas of the whole kingdom.
I will reappear from the ashes, I will be resurrected
To be beyond the whole river of doubt,
My wisdom will flourish in my innocent self.