Fire Or Happiness? Poem by Naveed Akram

Taking a term of happiness is like folders of work,
To do this establishing action creates the handiwork
Of the devil. For his life is in ruination, his tears are solid
And not like water or oil, they are fine on their own, just acrid.

Take the man who spoke gently, he guessed and murmured
To himself, the one who knew a border and wall, he battered
The closet and its clothes of all the high features of his house,
And once he let go of his house, the clothes were ablaze, even the blouse.

Many who refrain from chit chat are legally married,
But the girl who loves happiness is on fire, bullied;
The boy is a gentleman who loves fire and all it entails,
Which is why he crazes for beams of fire, and fails.

Both are happy, and both are on fire from the flames,
Because, one is hating the other, and now no more names.