Highest Cities Poem by Naveed Akram

The city of the highest rank places
Its centre to link other zones of sight;
Are you American? Is your wife a soul
Of light who imagines strongly the country.
The city is of the higher supply, where are
The cities of light and calendars, the houses
Of perfection and lights of bright yellow?

The star is out, forming troubles of light,
Turbulent times have evolved from scratch.
Let the city be your salvation,
Let it grow and aspire to tall tables,
To infinite worshippers of the higher delight.

No longer do enemies collect among trees
Of smiles and care, their offensives collect like
Russia in the times of revolution,
Like crystal shattering in effective
Computers; some taste you morbidly,
Eating the flesh of a dead man who cries.
The cities are a pattern of calculations,
Maths has imagined a real design.