Time Belittles Me Poem by Naveed Akram

Time is swift to end its display of colour and shame,
Time is like the army of men who keep their practice;
A predator has kept always its standards, in this life,
When it is belittled by Time, and we as humans love
With the carefree life of a mammal that will always love.

Then winter has approached the world with winning ways,
It is of chill and snow, hurt and toes that are shivering;
The exile is the winter of this world, so look at your heart
And say what the birds say when in apparent flight,
Under the stars of the sky we have too many eyes, so behold!

I then see a traveller in the heavens, passing me by,
Like a swift flyer, that my mother has left and left me
In pain, the traveller has passed and has left me,
Both have passed and left me: so success will fill my mind
With thoughts like pouring wine into a cup.

The fires in the heavens and earth often cry, we both cry,
We cry because we find no treasure after wandering
Deserts and jungles: I only found myself, I am my own treasure,
For my soul is precious to me, I am so poor that debt
Will depart from me only by the will of the Maker of Paradise.