Sinking City Poem by Naveed Akram

The city is sinking, the louts are awaiting
Their destructive days, the city is linking.
One returning visitor has announced the city
And its earthquakes, how a big house rumbles.
It topples teasingly, going halfway to Hell,
As fast as fury, as slow as slaughter.

The towns and villages are like red birds,
From my view it is appalling, for the city is
Dwelling with visitors of the upper stratum.
My sayings are vast and fast, honest and modest,
Like the returning customer of real piety,
The pious man is awake in his slaughter.

The whole year is shrugged by the town-hall,
A spirit dances, they involve in you face to face.
Let the year be new, let the flames cast memories,
Of fond memories, of non-foolish kindness.
The city and its walls stumble, tremble and crumble,
Due to the weight of the sun and stars.