I Aim At Music Poem by Naveed Akram

I aim to please, to progress the infinite range,
My burning is pleasing to me as the sea erodes the edge of land,
Like a lover and her strength at embracing;
To interrupt is far too inglorious as ghosts survive the fall of man,
Ghosts are themselves humans in the light of the days and nights.

The enjoyment of a century outlasts human concerts of music,
The music of divinity, the music of surprise, and the music of fear.
Why do apes swing, poetically and tragically, kindly and roguishly?
My value is a singer, its bell chimed at every stage,
The real sounds of the skies echo with status of kings.