Muslim Man Poem by Naveed Akram

To begin properties we conceal the soul of its desires,
There it rains and rains and rains, with water potent.
My soul betrays nothing but the daemons and devils,
A rock of flesh was thrown at a cadaver of regions,
The wounds compiled a history of regrets and space-time.

My beginning is of day after dates, dates after day,
It snows and scowls forcibly, so fall in love with weathers
Of the rocky lives, become a lovely man and woman.
The mountain destroys the mountain, the man the man,
So women shall overtake the cars and trucks afterwards.

My soul is my soul, and your soul is the reality of my minds,
It fits snugly in a sword's hilt made of golden godliness.
The life is torn like thorns, swords break the properties,
The clashing of swords brings me wet water and holy water,
So tears are of blood this time, and so the journey to heaven.