I Live For You Poem by Naveed Akram

My death has been spared by the alacrity
Of the movement that swears to some faults;
My goose is over in its graveness,
My goose is winging its way to my soul.
With this pet the deathly one is near me,
Enticing me with wonders that astound
All beings that invoke the pities and strengths,
Those prayers we must bare with alacrity.

My life columned the springs of my harvest,
A sensation is out there to be felt but
Some people bespoke the alacrities
Of youth far enough to emit a light of divinity.
My life returns to the beginning of the mind
At work, this studies belief of the coastal regime.
Let the swan connect to the connector,
As it swings its swimming realm towards the
Overall book that astounds those with wings and beaks.