Some Sinners Poem by Naveed Akram

Some do sin in the pool of brilliant price,
A price is on, a prison shall swallow.
A man with rice is offering the dames
A little of everything, a little of a lot.

This special wiser person describes
The wonders of a son who dies for himself.
He lies and spies, he espies and aspires
To the realer righteous and pious masters,
Whose invocations involve the invalids
That invent and swing to the swaying song.

My sins are not his sins, the sonly man was
A jewel for the mothers of the realistic song.
A reality is spoken by the righteous men,
Their spokes of the wheels are revolving in eyes
Of gold and silver.

Some do sin in cement deciding the laws
So fixed in basic talk, in a system of lies,
Thoughts are derived from decisions,
Thinkers have been more like innocence.

If the sin stops then desist in the pathway
Of a sonly man who offers a right to the
Authority of a day which works mortuaries.