Go In My Direction Poem by Naveed Akram

Go and find me to see the directions of life,
On the way do your service to the king,
And then survey all his troubles, declining him.
These royal powerful men carry much standard
Of habit and custom, the same revolutions
Concentrate in the kingdoms of kindness.
Go and find me when I weep in the wilderness,
Seeking a triumphant man who wears trumpets
In gloom and trouble, fixing his eyes,
Holding them in my direction. Flight has amazed me
Ever since, as I recall the beatings and heresy.
Let the accosting begin, let the despot bind us
With ropes and plunge us into it, the sea of tranquility.
Follow then this road tonight, from a dusty place
To a barren heart, where it rains with compulsions and
Heat of the inert gases that roil and boil so splendidly.