The Spirits Poem by Naveed Akram

A tree is built by the one who loves,
The flowers climb from the earth
As the clouds weep, letting the ground grow.

The encounter with a spirit is like a clash;
Fully hating, very angry,
It works like the nature around
But betrays you as soon as you do not recognise Nature.

Why do you forget the love of nature?
Where is the bright rose with its various hues?
Why is the weather so plain?
The spirits have now contaminated the soul,
One must avoid this world,
The world of genius ghosts.