It Is Called Time Poem by Naveed Akram

The entity called Time is a gracious wonder,
Or do we say of everything the same way;
Because of the energy and the commodity
A Christendom bespeaks and lungs inflate
To occupy more religious conversation.
I know the respect of a sudden generation,
Seeds are of the fruit, memories align along
The pews of moods, swift reasons adjust
The highly expressive thoughts of a failing joy.
The Time of this period in war is a time for peace,
Feelings are pacts or fillings of the teeth in
This snowy fasting, a little snow occupies the minds.
One day snows in the night of goings that deplore,
One night is an accusation to the beholders of Time.