Ocean Of Words Poem by Naveed Akram

My names are foals and calves of the tundra of joy,
Many witness the rain, many witness the pain,
As I raid the rivers of their mud and silver,
Collecting waters sugary and milky, without squares.
My names come from words that originate from the sea,
A flash fish swims through the waterfall to see us.
My drifted body attaches to the rocks that meet me within;
Asleep, I catch the fishes as they dive and win,
Like shoals of silver and red blood, the money of herds
That win in the windows of joy and summer.
This river shall die tomorrow, but we shall continue
In the immortal spirit, a morale shall make us rational
Like the fish of peace, dangers still lurk in the deep.
My names surround the mighty oceans
That cushion me as one primordial can testify.