Crisis Arrives Poem by Naveed Akram

You not only hear the crisis,
But swear a delivery arises,
Fearing the loot and waters,
Of a tragic disappearance.
Return to the spectrum of deceit,
Opening false dreams soothingly.
We manage our thesis on the knock,
Pens and paper readier than red.
A swallow enters the area so much
Like background music.
Offer it now the disappointment
So that orbiting around a star
Is common sense.
I see the crisis of the star
That revolves around petrification.
It is the star tremor,
It is the feature of the winds.