Sing In The Evenings Poem by Naveed Akram

They sang in the evenings with sadness,
Underneath the trees of the old legends.
Yearly, a new bridge was formed tonight,
Night's fame joined with our lasses of the night.

Towards the centre we proceed and connive
A secret pleasure, falling away from me.
I have seen a legend been old, like the regime
Of the future and past, but not the present.

I am a singer of perception, shrivelled in height
As the cold night is full of treasures,
Then my turning is my wailing
And the wishing of you creeps in.