Soothing Poem by Naveed Akram

A soothing feeling describes me,
For I am fairer than the work of a world,
The former worlds require my attention,
An infinite expanse is a sale to me.

A description of old age gains my bread,
The late worlds are better and fairer,
For men of the Earth design better with more virtue,
The expanse is sealing us with authority.

My sale of the universe is over,
And I am glad of the love in my life of old,
This living as one person is honest,
The universal hatred of some is absent.