To Cry For It Poem by Naveed Akram

To cry is to believe in tears of toys,
To lament is to design a corridor to youth.
Knowing can create obstacles for the heart,
But real knowledge digs into cardiac flesh.
Blood has arrived, bleeding can be a river,
Let the dead be dead, and the living alive;
I have fear for the deaths, I have fear for lives.

I will cry incessantly when confronted by God,
My tears roll fully like a glacier or creamy river.
My design for life is a trumpet of sounds and energies,
You are the blower of the bugle, for your mouth
Purses it, pushes it, pulls it, and plays with it.
I have to reside in the mansion of hope,
For my cardiac flesh is a hearty disaster.