Alone With The King Poem by Naveed Akram

Alone, the waters rise to the top
Of the beaker so working and swift;
My heated eye was the brother of byes.
A certain cyst was criminal and lists
Consumed the audience of the day.
Many forget and I lie open to the star
That shines inside my heart, the very
Living of the ancient arts, the dancers
Deceive nobody in this nose and nearness.

My knowledge expands like the universe,
My heated eye dissolves the lunch
And deceives the dinners with compulsion.
My knowers are seated like the realm
That rises on the religion of sides.

My wise king is kinder to the birds,
This time in sizes of religious doing;
The prayer of a human being is really
A right for the obscure, a right for the realm.
I have sinning in years of evil science,
I have the real winning of a real defiance.

The waters have seized the opportunity,
Fire rises, fire swarms in, like a fierce fondness
Of vehement voices, a visitor has arisen
Folding the fight with fists, a shaken leg is
Older than the bolder, a boulder strikes the
Temple of those simple.

This sprite is in the distance, working heavy
Signs to the richest of us, the love of jewels
Bedevils the hard sprites, the holy wisdom
Devils with the spritely frozen sitters.
This sprite must experience a lot of weather,
Do lots then in the day to save a pen
From working too longer than your pie-maker.

Many have forgotten the waters,
They die within the walls of the waters,
Those innocent fences of fierce forts
That defend the whole army of fiends
And civil artists, the secondary activists.