On The Last Day Poem by Naveed Akram

When the rains swim towards their arrangement,
Then man will conduct his affairs with severity.

A speaker entails a whisper, through the days of
Anger and desire, like an agent of strangeness.

These are storms of sight and hearing, like the
Echoes of your kingdom residing on the sand.

So riots and relics collide with menace, mania,
Inward desires, so that hunger and thirst retaliate.

This last day of your religion bespeaks with sound,
A single sound then a noise of oblivion and tumult.

When the snows and rains arrive at your gateway,
Their travel barters with solace, like a soldier betrayed.

I have a heart too worrisome and cowardice must retract,
On this last day which beleaguers each soul under heaven.