Freedom In Poetry Poem by Naveed Akram

Freedom with lines is only in poetry,
The forms of wealth are the words of stealth,
Dimmer news connects to the soul like stealth,
So that spies forfeit their role riding us with wishes
Of death and heartache, those splendid deeds
Are respected by the reasons we require.

Freedom of the spies lies in commerce,
The back garden is not the stale courtyard,
Straining and stressing is the world of gardening.
Shovels are easier than the word,
Spades must spend their duel,
Lies are not concentrated in the soil.
The mild days of stormy weather have repeated
In my dying bends.