The Power Of The Sea Poem by Naveed Akram

Absolute power will not turn into an abode for the rich,
And it will rise in storms to abandon the storms of powers.
Each morning I sink and die into the succulent sea,
It is like a wet foam in the sink of the kitchen that absorbs.
Like the burden upon us, life strangely conquers us
And death is the route of the desert and heart of the traveller.

The sea rages with roars of sumptuous meals, it is our lives,
Meeting the liars, mincing the words of a century's will.
This time my homecoming asks me why danger is to love,
But the sea angers me when its husband causes us to change.
Absolute power resides in certain pageants lying on floors
Of the rich and royal, deeming their godliness and wines.