Past Woes Poem by Naveed Akram

The passport to the past centres on distinctions
Because your door is free, like freedom itself.
A cucumber tasted is tested for its nutrition,
An orange will be sour, and different.
Then diverse histories give certain emotions,
Like different foodstuffs and tested meals.

One has memories of the past events, elected
By the mind in some welfare, the widower must find
A distinct reason for crying, and loose lorries
Will barge and push for the travels of the year.
It invades the memory of the past,
When it is needed, and when it compels.

So the passport to the past is your mind,
Remember because you will be rewarded by
Yourself in ways of prayer;
Memories of the years are like centuries,
The life is bold, like the beholding of spirits
And the entrance to the city is timed perfectly.