Wide Crowd Poem by Naveed Akram

Was it not for you the wide skies and wells of pure water?
Have not the birds seized their wings in an effort to die?
But you fly further, your flight is boosting the living life,
Feeding the mouths of children, feeling their tension.

As many as a thousand men and women were arrayed,
The gulfs and bays would not reply to their majesty;
For each were kings and queens of their own migration,
Of their necks and eyes they were burdened with royalty.

Has she seen a possession of hers? One has to try and
Conceal it from her, so the queen will be tested.
Has the king objected to this false amazing array?
His gaze swallows his eager sight with immensity.

I sell virtue! I weep further! My name is greater than yours,
When virtuous men and women compete in a just
Manner: feeding the cities of their honesty,
Fencing for their pride and abolishing the such rudeness.