The Whirling Winds Poem by Naveed Akram

God has created the existence for the minds and souls,
Their roles are like the minor kings, fortunate men, whose
Bullets travel through the cosmos, like an arrow of the flesh.

The wind is invisible due to wounds and coins, flesh of burnt
Kind, wounds of love and distress; how are the wines to be
Collected by the richer kind, the loving kind of people.

The whirling winds are stronger than the strings of Hell,
Exhaling like a dragon of winter and gold, sunlight and soul;
This is the beast we call a feast, of loving jewels and food.

Thought will abide in the horizons as an emblem of the disease,
The seas will foam from the hurt of the guts and golden virtue,
Thought will arrive in full strength, slaughtering us in the golden side.