Doorway Poem by Naveed Akram

Not in a hundred days do we turn away,
This is the decision of my doorway;
The archangels keep angles and light,
Gorgeous humans must be tighter with backbite.
The blooming flowers are flooding the fields,
Let them enter the domains of the yields.
I am reasoning, I give facts of a bright future
That rewards our efforts towards the agriculture.
Some of the arrows that fly are biting me,
Those of us who resent us are of anatomy.