Being Of Poem by Naveed Akram

Who was the being of spirits?
I plead to the story-tellers,
And I plead to the distressed.
The years have astounded me
As stories unfold, endangering me.
The story of a life destroys the lives,
Feet climb their stairs called rooms
As rooms are evacuated by war.

The standard of health this year has been
Improving for the last time.
The health of a doctor has died,
Death is the apparatus of this kitchen
And house.