To Cuddle With A Picture Poem by Naveed Akram

To cuddle and mention the verbal talk
Is when ignition has been contained,
Plumage matters then, and plumage spreads
Inside another demon that resounds in the head.

To be a sprite causes one to ignite,
Listing the praises of a certain god,
With future and past being the condition
Of a matter interesting like the day.

With a night my picture is painted,
The right tools employ the right way;
Without me a word seems futile,
Quitting the words of old seems penniless.

I feel along a ridge that bespeaks
In manners of the hearts and minds,
This devil has been a demon of sorts
But evil is still the felony of a generation.

My night is a swan now that you are gone,
My sight lingers inside the tongue of secrets,
Full of the godliness that resides in sides of a square,
The very square or shape of round stratosphere.