Sweet Home Poem by Naveed Akram

I have seen in the home a sweetness
That is you, and it is you that is sweet
From too many sugary bites,
Too much sorrow that spins.

I have in my head a heart training to win,
The seat of happiness compels me to lose,
But the compulsion is of the loves and loves
Then in abundance on this small sphere
That bombards us as the ground.
The bombardment cancels in front of us,
Sweetness is even the enemy of the devil,
Movement restores each action
Conveying hatred, dishonour and scorn.
The savages will refute the more learned scholars
As they read more than the lifting of pens.

The head has a sweet turn to make,
Loving in its expression,
The home it is of a brain that organises
And concerns us.

May the sweetness of centuries be a home,
The home of the hated is not one,
The homes are like mansions of great work
And honour.