A Decree From Time Poem by akram saqib

What have you done
O, Adam’s son
I am waiting
And celebrating! !
A sense of loss
That ever amass
Up and up
Like teemed cup
You sold me
Be or not to be
It all depends
On the other ends
Ate me like rice
You got the price
Of my old age
That is a cage
A cage of life
A huge strife
I’m unable to do
Why waiting for you
In the home lonely
I am the only
Every thing here
With every flare
But you are not
Letting me rot
Perhaps is it
The fate’s writ
In this wilderness
No one to redress
Loss of your age
And the burning page
Of your heart
Like ember in dirt
Not burnt nor cool
Rotating in whirlpool
I request thee
Please agree
Hold me from hand
Come up on the land
On the land of love
Where every thing above
Would be the rule
Of every thing jewel
Come on with me
It is time decree