The Sleep Before Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Die in a state of bliss until you are blessed springing from flesh,
In coffins of hard wood, and entrails of blood and desire.
I learned lately of mortals in innocence and primordials in distaste,
For the taste of death is on all souls and malefactors in the flesh.
I die horribly when everyone gazes significantly on the night,
My fear is outspoken, sufis just laugh and astound their peers,
The death is nearer every day that my counsel is bitter and just.
The course of death is lingering like a nurse or doctor in the flesh,
My remedy is outspoken, of the sideways glance, of the outspoken.

Let it remember and remember the jury of all illnesses, of all cares,
The dreams of a living soul are many and multifarious like the deeds
After death, when sleep has astonished the dreamer, as the death slips
In to awaken the soul, once sleeping, once breathing in a fit condition.
Die in a state of loss, when stationary objects are the bodies of rest,
And dynamic designs are afoot, atomic collisions are all of us.
The taste of life is surely the light, whereas death tastes sweeter than
You think and consider, like a ball of fire, or a bigger yell that devours.