With Joy Poem by Naveed Akram

I perceive, with joy, my most valued friend,
Devoted to my arms and my better neighbourhood.
With my rifle I think of thoughts that bring success,
Lulling the confusion in our hearts and making passion.
Finding nobody in the heart, I see devotion and piety,
The stern faces glimmer for their food is near.
Within the wooded valleys are our former selves,
Under the wilderness is a tragedy for all.
I perceive a wall in front of my life,
The hedges are trimmed for two miles.