This Truth Is Everyday Poem by Naveed Akram

This is the truth of his progress,
This curtails the young heart and entices
Us to interrupt the realities,
I can honourably say what is miles.

This is truth, this bountifully describes
A morning in union with the rising sun,
A little dead leg is happening to appear,
Waking from the bed of worry and war.

Many good fellows strike alarms,
Lighting the rooms of the real furnace;
A quarter of a mile contains a morning,
Then evening has been everyday.

All northern lights and southern dreams
Collapse when the lighting is lightning,
The thunder is drumming of the head,
As the ears are penning their poetry.