Simple Life Poem by Naveed Akram

O breath of simple life, aid my understanding
That in this dawn of minds and souls I shall be prolonged.
Inner light shines forth from the first man,
This breathing is precious to some expert angels,
Mine is the task of delayed conquest, of riches.
If you desire a being then seek the upright phenomena,
The real sound of the real spirit that gouges out
Ripping fever, poetry incomplete, and ruinous disease.
It is inside your heart, bleeding silently like a soul,
The secret poet abides nested inside, with philosophy
And conversation about wisdom and learning of the womb.

To be apt is a suitable action, to conquer is an invasion,
My armies are housed in my building next-door,
It is my ardour they seek, like a leader of space and riches.
The courts are royal enough, those dads in their chairs,
Feeding a ship of late laughter, they turn you into gold.