Written Poem by Naveed Akram

It is terminated, finished and complete,
The writing on the pages of my book.
I have learnt of the distress, the look of disease,
Such as intelligence and wisdom of hard strength.
My books are distributed like flowers and their petals,
Gusts and gales spoil the air, the wind must be strong.
The written words condemn nature if laughing is provided,
The birds think and the animals speak,
Of my words.
The books are abolished one day,
But energy is preserved for the one day.
My career is suddenly with words one day.