The Document Poem by Naveed Akram

All is true that declines in the worst way,
All we make a proposal to remakes the document.

The authority of the one who is certain is compared
With the deceit, the only conqueror of love.

The absolute health is preordained, we imagine the
Lambs cooked over heat and flame, roasting in sides.

Those who eat the buzzing bees are themselves,
Wasps are polite, animals are irate, and soldiers command.

We are truer than the turning points of history,
For love is the formula for the world of truth.

I have the absolute task of rectifying the wrong,
The opposing party of hearts and ears and eyes.