The Praise Poem by Naveed Akram

Return the praise of the lord in doubt,
His dishonour is yours in the way of routes.
My adventure is complete, like a house
In ambition, or my journey is full like the
Innocent leader, inwardly imagining the lords.

My images are concrete in the ways of destroyers,
Those bright and distant, as accusations of right.
The stars are in the sky this time of the night,
They shine so bright that headlamps are right.
One house is enough to be the inhabitants.

My leader is like a flower too powerful, he righteously
Engages in tasks of the cats and dogs, one day singing,
The other day howling, in this way of the righteous men.
I possess the words of a loved entity, like the words
Inside a card of blessing, or a vehicle of speed and virtue.