No, Search This Creation Poem by Naveed Akram

No, search the limits of this creation, search those
Differing, like the whole limits that invade us with pride.
The crust of this world collides with a thousand birds,
Flying with light in their wings, shunning the Earth below.
The ringing in the ears, from the doves of heaven is strong,
Fortune demands an exact replica, an odd legend.
The legends themselves connect to mighty concerns,
There is no limit to this creation's sense of the right.

No, seek the compulsory knowledge, seek it in the woods,
In beautiful rapture, inside a soul, outside a solution.
Know then the heavenly sphere, among the branches of trees,
The wildly throwing hurricane of thought and desire.
No, search for the gold of your heaven, the metal of pleasure,
Little help is for the world of doubts, the sold world.
My difference is in your hearing head, this is certain of your
Bleeding heart, this is certainly the knowledge of our talk.