Days Meet Poem by Naveed Akram

With feathers the birds fly, with nature a
Man will divide, like virtue the spirit is blown,
And of the angels there are some;
Why do spectacles get blown in the wind?
The onlookers stare like violet eyes,
Offering bread to wayfarers in the mud,
Finders of glory shall forsake the rest of men,
For they found the national acts.

The leader of the nation shall save a grateful look,
Onto roads of indignant pieces,
Onto the marching surroundings,
Like tomorrow’s war that drives a wedge
Innocently, faithfully, directly.
With birds the flight shall occur,
From awkward acts a man shall be benign,
And with saviours a reading nation
Supplies a frown to the blind acts,
For a court of trouble shall appear one
Day and night, and days shall meet.