My Fall Is In Flesh Poem by Naveed Akram

Here the bursting of the flesh ceases, as forever the fall
Has diminished and been understood by the men of high degree.
The barriers of a jester subsist, the bursts of the heaven exist,
Just too much love exits and exerts the lover's quarrel.

Here the flesh ceases to be an exact mass, an actual paint
On the higher beings of these headaches and worries.
The bridge with the other side creates an unwelcome picture
Of the love within the gates, without the repulsions and dates.

I see too many who find a tense role-play, a rapid fire, a joke,
Opening the stems and leaves of a lake of nature and rice.
The food of a century is too late, a drink of the heightened
Masses is too much distaste, like a lying woman and a high star.