Souls In Attire Poem by Naveed Akram

They support the souls on legs and armpits,
The dwellings arise from the support of men
Who build a body of fine health, is he surprised?
The woman is astonished, the man is appraised
By those in beautiful peace, the feelings intensify
From the bricks, red like corpuscles, felt in union
Of capillaries, the backbone of the heaven.

One has veins and attires of the bell and body,
The chief of worries is called an enemy in anger,
Finding its path through the wilderness with agility
And strength fading from the memory.
Buildings collapse due to earthquakes and lusts
Of the ordinary men, who fulfil the understandings
Fought with counterexamples, and deductions.