Be Helpful Poem by Naveed Akram

Be helpful to the spirit of the chapter so holier and godlier
Than most of the sages who inspire and decipher us and them.
Then a bed of roses is launched into darkness, like the gift,
With ample news of the towns and cities of this generation.
My wands are numberless, an absolute path is a strand of
A ladder, a foot-walk into painful peace, a desire of the soul.

If we say what the innocent say, we sit and stand after shrugging,
Like the clown who dazzles the eye with stunts of the lower order.
Be some total boss, or a wrangled foot for the ambulatory man,
Offering the interference of the silver and golden mirror.
Crazed, and living, the heart is bound to satisfy itself with a
Stimulated thought, a rattle of blood, a sore foot of poems.

The news of this day is like the morning and evening, a rude
Running heart, a flute to hear from the eloquent men who write
Stories this way and that, like the angle of the sky, and the distance
Of mastery, the sovereign of the highness that is too higher.
We see masters of the flesh and strong men differing among
The masses of the desired sum, a sequence of strangeness for us.