Sand In The Air Poem by Naveed Akram

The sand in the air whirls and swirls in ever drums,
No one sports the men who lie dumb on the pavement,
Living is a livid one affair, calling the death of the secret,
A man is called deceased when he nears the pairs of youth.

The sand has commanded me to think about the desert,
My coach is ready for me, a passenger sits in it with me,
We arrive at the shop in the desert of the wonderful sun,
One blesses the stages of the one who sows tragedy.

My sandy air compiles a message to the world about godliness,
For the power is trained and the work is unmade,
Filling me with worries of the day when night has overtaken,
The driving of the rains is fortunate or cheerful in this desert.