From Creation To Extravagance Poem by Naveed Akram

As for my creation, no rights should be over me,
Will innocence spend its dollars often, from me?
Or will mothers of character and wit be reconciled
By the creation of words that revolved around competing?

Maturity made the ages tense, rights internally tested the soul,
The masses flocked over the heat of so many years in the heat.
If God respected it, then I will respect it,
And if some prophet were to remind me of the acts of kindness,
I would respect this perfectly and publicly.

The personal ally fanned the district looking for more rumours,
Plentiful treasures emitted some visible radiance,
Such light that narrated the extravagant findings,
Such light that told what was to behold.

Wealth then is a strength, for leaders of my entrance,
Poverty is the very birth of this world,
And my birthday completes my game,
Filling the cups, then washing down good beverage,
Completing was an offence, for completing became a game.

I thought the orphans deserved more than silk,
Heaven was a creation for those who learnt
Of the comparisons and the accusations,
I thought my son was wrapped in veils,
Carried to the funeral, the very one funeral.