The Euphoria Poem by Naveed Akram

The euphoria is grinning, enraging, appealing;
Like the desolate ideas of this century,
As much as the toad has leapt,
Artfully crept to the wastes.

My downcast face appears to my sacred nature
As a face of majestic bringing,
Pity me in my walk as I sleep,
Licking the pages of my book.

I see furious modes of existence,
Callous images are the nodes of my entering;
So sadistic are their calls,
That ruthless kings accompany my suggestions.

In high dungeon is the king and queen,
Too enraged by the crowns that fit with some,
The cargo was hopping mad,
Hopping crazier than the snowy remains.