In My Tomb Poem by Naveed Akram

In my tomb I relax and enjoy
The delights of an evening too long.
It is my veritable and venerable grave,
The land of engraved words,
Marring the whole existence.

In my entrusted sight is a loading,
The weight is of gravity, a saintly
Joiner, who follows me rightly.
I only enjoy the righteous men
Who leave behind their love.

In my love of the air, there is oxygen
That I breath in the dead layers of the
Heart, a secret boundary is tried,
A white never-land is about to become
My only love and like of death.