Rivers, Waters Of A Variety - Poem by Naveed Akram
Left to us is a lake of anxiety,
Understand them, see how the liquids roar.
Water is an ornament of details,
It is the hearth and heart of some troubles.
A sea works fine with someone,
I am fine and fair with the sea.
It has walls, walls too magnificent,
O Medium of the heavy rain,
Bless us anyway to make much too much ruin,
Inside the chamber of horrific water.
Water is the holy blessing of deeds,
The fountain is near, my friend.
I observe from my flowers in the head,
And tiny drops are unleashed by the millions
As one single magnificent, marvellous fountain.
Jagged and muddy so clean is this true monument
That is worthy of anointing me.
This is the gargantuan fountain of hearts restored.
Next, we trek and see ahead the path
And its journey to live among the river
The river has never kept a blood
Or a sport so fine as Me.
O Medium so great, do discover my soul.
So then there appears a Waterfall,
So slothful and hard at worry.
The peace and tranquillity finally emerges larger,
It is larger than the fountain, heavier.
The way of the river is angrier,
But we shall descend as a waterfall.
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