The Great Balloon Poem by Naveed Akram

If I could only get hold of the great balloon,
How to properly provide a circle is an infinite puzzle;
My praise is a breath of the day like a furniture,
My acts are more than single thoughts or branches.
It is compulsory to ask for the right educated men,
My main aim is to be not envious, nor should I quarrel
With unjust men whose burden is to collapse the people.
Let's say the arms and legs fit in their holes,
What is the political policeman? Why do police work?

The injustice surrounds us, hating, loving, and curving,
Like circles in the air of atmosphere, fearing and scaring.
Our creators were a panther in the dark, or gods of
Types like Hitler, whose cruelty harnesses a genie
For him, he will wish forever, but we are compelled to ask.
The agent of dread has accompanied the one who is sad,
His face is fixed, her ideals are cherished by the hurtful,
Why can you despair in the decades of life that revolves?