Famous Events Poem by Naveed Akram

The events were late in starting,
Running up ahead was the ideal
For each driver of legs.

The legs were made to suffer,
Short and sweet were the messages
Of this sweet rose and sweet seeking thought.

I see a curve in the path to righteousness;
Lost in the woods, you turn to the Lord
And swear a brick has been laid.

Understand those who fear their mothers,
Doings are taken to be set afresh,
Why need them in place of hastened steps?

My sayings are like images of the past,
Listen to their shapes like mathematicians,
Offering their cool colours if the ideas excite.

I see the black sky as if the wonders have collapsed,
Introducing a famous corner of the globe,
Liking the famous women of the famous ode.