One finds the emeralds of the sea inside the belly,
by Naveed Akram
Work of the habits intrudes and excludes us
For we are richer than the emeralds and jewels
Called rubies, diamonds, and sapphires.
One is found to be the ill rich person,
Full of heartache and mischief that so matters.
It frightens the children of onlookers who paste
Their hate on those delivery items from ache.
The post has now arrived from afar,
Like the witness of a hundred stars
That swirl around too loudly and long,
These stars guide my being beyond the pleasure.