Dark Chambers Poem by Naveed Akram

There are some dark chambers in the riding school,
One answers the interrogation, the reality is such.
A month will accept, slaves slowly slumber,
Yet the real success rests in the majority of thinkers,
The philosophers so good in thinking out for life.
My darkness applauds me when the chambers empty,
The prisoners accuse me of some resting and pleasure.
I have a solution to make, and you are my problem
So great, so awesome is the star above at day.