The Seas In Our Life Poem by Naveed Akram

How could waves perpetuate and subsist in equal measure?
Maybe the Sea is separate and finite, as well as silver and white?
Mighty blizzards are sustained by ghosts of the ship land,
Many disorders occupy the heart with furies, ghouls and dusts.
My understanding vastly undergoes a shipwreck, a futility,
And an utility, and absurdity, without vultures of the sea.

My ships are loaded with eternal fuel and fed with few lives,
Many men have capsized on the horizon, with their eyes.
My sea is a blessing for those wanderers of the night and day,
To awakened eye, to the atoms of this earth, to mysteries of water.
Hidden behind the walls of a few miseries is a reflection of dice,
To be thrown in the very pond of our lives, the sea of tranquility.