Time Of My Years Poem by Naveed Akram

I had the time of my years,
Owning glories far-reaching,
Feeding on the inner tastes,
Keeping ceremony after ceremony.
I saw a guide to my soul that learns,
I saw a guest that finds ideas.
I had the time of a year and one month,
Feeding on frenzy as a fanatic.

This time of clothing was a bitter taste
Of death, the suits supremely kept.
One saw a midnight fever,
One of these ferocious ideas attained
Acts of earthquake and seismic activity.
Then my guide understood
And this much was understood,
And this much was understood.