The Dignified Poems Poem by Naveed Akram

These are the poems of dignity of overall nature,
I am trying to be both wise and clear, sudden and livid,
So that behaviour entraps the onlooking crowd,
And stagnates an individual within who looks at you
And sees unquestionable delights and enlightenment.

My crowd is the whole ocean, the whole of religion,
And the whole fraternity of gods and goddesses,
All the poets are assembled here to be reunited in bliss.
I give those seas an ebb, I give honour to the loved
And the not-so-loved, feeding magic into livelier parts.

Your king is wiser than all of the community, indeed;
His wisdom surpasses flavours and textures of the sublime,
I see his kindness like a blast furnace, offering me a sacred
Past, a fast enlightenment, and a quick ridicule of my actions,
For he does not fear the war to be grossly uneven or ridiculous.

The war with words is indignity, for the poets fight with one word,
And we are all poetry for the undertaking, overtaking proud men
In the endeavours so as to spear the hearts of the conceited.
My king is your king, and your king is mine, feeling the front
Of the forces and the rear pressure, finding a trial to triumph.