Our Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

To see the life with still design is grand,
I want the fires out, like fear too late,
Like death that sighs, like a new brand,
Light hovers faster than to then deflate.

My sword defines the person who will come,
To blast and last, to fear and inherit,
I want the loves, I want to overcome,
So easy is this peace, for my merit.

Then death becomes my play, tonight and so,
So light escapes, fed by this light right here,
The source of loving men, and lass also,
Lass over us, lass speaking best to hear.

Throne over us eludes our soul with fright,
Life ticks, life stops, and formally this night.