A Beautiful Wand Poem by Naveed Akram

I have a beautiful wand which dazzles the crowd,
Instigating harm on the human heart in hate.
This dazzling continues until latest uprisings,
Floating is the business of the cities of a deed.
This is dazzling to the eyes, beauty awakens,
And eyes beget a boy for the crowd at night,
Opening the doors to cherished beliefs and actions.
A boy gets up, soil is buried with him, and he uncurls
To save himself from being buried alive,
He needs resurrection, and the priest can provide.

Some words weirdly spoken are dazzling like weird
Wands and wonders, business computes itself from the
Boy whose shape outgrows, and soon he comforts
Himself to life, after the death, so wrought on by death
Itself; we fortunately buy a wine to celebrate as the boy
Celebrates and becomes a joiner of worlds.

The beautiful wand is full of agony, a girl is wondering
And pondering, a wand lands on us, with rings of power.
Its snatch is significant like the ghosts of going,
Opening the makeshift doors, closing the headaches.
My words are blessed to see the words so divine,
Then they say their sayings, do their doings,
My words reach them written.