One Road Poem by Naveed Akram

One road is like the follower of a messenger,
It winds and turns like a bottle on the head of waves.
The changing of the heart is a melody of nature,
Its soldiers are marching towards the heavenly sky.
The heart replaces and reproduces like a gift
From godly sources, from heavenly spirits of intellect.

It is perfect and it is joy for the honest men and women,
Inside the burden is blood, innocence bleeds blue;
My part in this understanding is given to the grieving mind,
Soldiers are like frowns and grimaces, fully endowed
With learning and frustrations, full of honest pledges,
Like the leanings of a building during an earthquake.

One road will martyr a man of miles and menace,
Only the old road offers other rains and winds;
Singing highlights the words of the places and roads.
One sign is a cosmos, two signs are a creation;
Wielding the sword will conquer only a major holding,
But most of the conquest is in the form of malice.