The Movement Is Pardoned Poem by Naveed Akram

The movement of the masses is a massive pardon,
It's a crowd of tulips or a pool of water and wet places;
My sentence is finally established when peace has entered,
A word shall be a toy of brilliance, a thought for the lame.

The brain bothers the crying kings, its movement creates
A vein of blood and fluids, the masses collect the rains.
Why does the crowd move with a wail and wipe? It bleeds
Boisterously, creeps in especially for the royal men and women.

There is one man who beats with his heart as heat connects,
Their waters have the capacity to form clouds, belief
Shall entice a believer to correct his own faith and command;
The scholars read a shoulder and swear that blood departs.