You Are Just A Small Bush Poem by Naveed Akram

The world is a bush, and I am a small bush,
In forward marching, I contain the ideal stance,
Protecting my poetry as it unravels into signs,
Knots are untied, their nature undone and exalted.

My thoughts contain a frequent white sight,
Feeding me the mindfulness, piety and poetry,
Linking the words to make an eloquence,
Suggesting the work is not closed like a folder.

My exact peace is a sky of troubles and a heavy
Woollen garment; they are richer with the riches,
We are poorer than you, and this is the man who waits
And loves the soul's achievement, the soul itself.