Cleanness Poem by Naveed Akram

To this I please so far as I can see,
Your eyes must be a winning agency;
Life cares, life spares, to size and mounting work,
This work will never cease for that old clerk.

My movement beams like fame, together right,
For light shall bark with arms and legs so bright;
They seize me under those who swim and learn,
The water spins like dozing light to burn.

I fuss and fight, I open and then close
The doors, for with these dice I found kudos,
These tokens stay, those workers pray for us,
Towards a little work we have cleanness.