He Spoke Wisdom Poem by Naveed Akram

He spoke of the manufacture of sudden summers,
Hot and trimmed with kindness, a shade was welcomed;
Then houses bowed with facades and sun was clear
Without the clouds of fortunate wool, the sheep had made.
This sort of interrogation by the unfortunate weather
Was a raining sort, questions ranged from hot to warm.
The rain had then arrived atrociously as the spartans
In a modern world, fixed to the rainclouds,
They just would not fit in, since their city is greek.
The gaping holes in the skies wallowed and swallowed
With water droplets to ban the rest of hives and nests.
Sudden summers revolve around the sun like an elliptical orbit,
Switching the skies like a sudden season of unrelenting force
So like the reason, so like the infinite wisdom and the finite learning.