Days Of Mercury Poem by Naveed Akram

The days within seem like mercury,
A barometer has been the instrument
To measure my fancy,
For the pressure on my mind is boiling.

The days within my mind are numberless,
Agonies are a contentment of the parade,
The meaningful temperature points out murmur,
Yet the fancy within is the inner happiness.

Always the playing is the paying of money,
A precious work is afoot, with joining and parting,
Like money that grows and grows like feeling,
Internal pleasures combine and motivate me.