The Word “wisdom” Poem by Naveed Akram

Words can not construe apt wisdom
For that amount of pain, those suffered feelings.
Inside me, the very inner being, there is gladdening,
More than that not, just too much emotion.
Felt by some, known as if, the acts of our age
Are managed in their entirety, fully forming since daybreak.
A night shall pass, forcing mind and body into darkness,
Congratulating us afterwards, as the daylight shows.
May words and spells undo themselves somehow,
Since somehow the meaning assigned to them is inapt.