Amulet Poem by Naveed Akram

Amulets are prized for their handsome appearance,
Your mind is boggled by it all, collapsed and abandoned.
It is fear, fear of cats and dogs that makes resounding gestures
And complains continuously like talkative twins.
A sage is a remarkable agent of the other side,
A last ninja of books, a side with sweating shirts.

My amulet is against him or her, sage or no sage,
Whispers enter the ears of astronauts, in this day and age.
It had spent on the richer sounds and rhythms,
To encapsulate the earth and escape it,
Going towards the universe in its entirety.

My mind is boggled, burgled and bottled, inner peace
Resides in the galaxies, of mighty solar energies.
Stars revolve to spin the worlds around them,
So this is the woman of deeds? So this is the man of desire?

I untie the amulet like a piece of ornamentation so precise,
An excellent tool for magic, an awesome spell of the elements.
It bursts in front of shadows and men, people stop stepwise
To launch their hearts into oblivion.