Well, Don'T Die! Poem by Naveed Akram

Well, dancer of the skies,
Don't die for the forward action,
Live like a diamond in the night,
With wooden legs and heavy heads.
Fulfilment is the creation of our likes,
Soldiers seem to represent their offspring.
Then the sky will not reach bare
Hands like the worshippers,
And turning to the sentences of calamity
Shall respond to the question posed.

A diamond is like a blue crystal?
A diamond clearly speaks like business?
Well, because of your hurling,
A light will capture the bright work,
An edge will shine on, and bring
Down the better ones, feeling like offspring
Of a father and mother.