Drop This Kindness Poem by Naveed Akram

Drop this kindness in a bucket
To collect the coins of rare ice;
Icicles stick, stink and rice has been
The chemistry of our youth.
Drop my words in the trunk of the car
To drive off and exert its kindness.
Justice is the number of the light,
Lights shall fade and obtain
The life, offering me a right
Of humanity.

The evidence is clear like the pens
To be created from blood of the realm,
Ink has been the reality
Of our stay on earth that sings
Due to godly working,
I know these kingdoms of united
Spirits, of guesses and wishes.
Humanity is at an end when
Humans are at a meaningful joke.