A Finger Length Poem by Naveed Akram

A finger length from now a serious move takes place,
My leap and weeping is restored by the remorse,
And taking pride is sumptuous for the delay,
A weird button is pressed for the almighty soldiers at war
Crossing the twilight zone, and the hairy weather.
One cemented one can be down on luck,
While the weather receives the punch of a thousand.

At the source of the discomfort is a pavement of steel,
Growing from the wildness of the years and days of triumph.
Toss those waves across the heavens and the earth must comply,
Likes and dislikes are off the record, little must be discomfort
For the luckiness of a day is again a destruction.