Your Being Is Natural Poem by Naveed Akram

Maybe your being is in the highlighted fashion,
Or the branches of a tree resemble your life,
Or your natural turn of the head is like the heart,
Or even your tongue is superb and unique.

Maybe your qualms are numberless, and concrete,
Or the soul feels euphoria for the outcasts of ours,
Or the soul fetches a prisoner of war into his house,
Or the deadly criminals affect a changing attitude.

May the devil be a passenger of the train called eternity,
May the demon be a good strategist at evil and desire.
What are our natural turns and talks? Where do we live?
We are among the men who hear what some say or not.

Your being is in question, your soul is not a toy, nor a voice,
But the reality of the soul is vaster than guises, and deceits.
It is the confounded find, it is electric fever and horrid fire,
It is blemish after blemish, fainting in the park of the heart.