Nobody Knows Poem by Naveed Akram

Nobody knows, nobody begets a being
So wonderful as the soul we own and adore;
Gravely, a sound uttered is a sound fulfilling,
For we wear the clothes of abundance.

In this island of tall stories, we adorn the walls
With souls and parties that linger within and without,
Our future is bound to collapse as far as the naked eye,
The celestial images are recorded in our inner life.

One soul is to be producer, one soul is to be proclaimer,
These tall stories are glistening, like stars in the bright night,
Feeding memories with memories that bespeak and behold,
Like the seeds of the past, of the present, and the future.