The Story Of Wine Poem by Naveed Akram

I see the words that importantly convey the disguise,
I man these thoughts then in collision, for I die now.
Returning to the guests is my condition and performance;
Since the days I have won, my victory is sealed.

Let the jar be an awkward pleasure,
Inside the jars of this world there are three pleasures:
One we must describe and look lovingly at,
One that tells a story of sin and cowardice,
And one that outstandingly disregards all lusts.

The bite of a snake has arisen,
We see those winds and words
Offering me whispers and utterances
That sell the story of wine and love.