Water is of Us

I cleverly walk the road as destitutes gather
And walk with me as well. How are they to live?
My past has excelled by its standards,
And I achieve more than God,
Forcing life into ruin and boiling fluid,
The hot substance I called water,
As water is like ice and every solid is from it.

I make offices to keep solid money and wealth
As water is like returning to planes of travel.
Rivers of motion are containing the emotion,
The arousal of angels is against the feeling
Of every body, of all that is consuming water.
Water is bred by the God and earth is looking like
That created. All of air is solid, and gas is making our fire.
We must never burn in our lost position.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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