Words Are Chosen Poem by Naveed Akram

The words are the philosophy of our lives,
Their wisdom has both brother and sister;
The unique pleasure is a solid endeavour,
Speaking casts eyes upon the user of phrases,
Ones curtailed and fanciful are never resented.

My word is my order from the heavens and earth,
It comprises the difficulties, the composed air,
For we do not forfeit a blessing from their repose,
On the sentence space; wonderful life has built
A word to collect all of them, that is the word of joy!

My words are my oysters, without shell, with all the ink,
That will in the end write a fortune from the mists.
One uses the finest, choicest words for a fit occupation
And wonderful offering to Mankind's work and offspring,
Those sons dominate the other sons when daughters worry.