The World Of Joy Poem by Naveed Akram

This day I provide the world with joy,
My price for the company is brilliant,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

Joyous occasions occur from the word to annoy,
My pencils are spun on something abhorrent,
This day I provide the world with joy.

What may cuddle or embrace is an alloy
From the heart, so hard and tough, inconsistent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

Then we wandered too far in the forest of a boy
Who through all his pride was obedient,
This day I provide the world with joy.

I have a ghost of martyrdom, a choirboy,
Who sang a tune to the nonviolent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

Inside I am happy, happier to employ,
Since our times of nourishment,
I kept reasons too many for the toy,
This day I provide the world with joy.