I Deserve Ink And Sight Poem by Naveed Akram

My pen deserves to imply certain sounds,
An ink is fortuitous, an ink is replayed,
But the sounds, the sounds are unique.
For it was the spirit of the height,
The weight of the book and logic,
A frightful disease was a calamity too
Eventual, and suddenly my mentor forsakes
Me; I am forsaken beyond a delivery.

My pen needs to deliver speech,
It says a studious speech of diligence,
And fighters argue about the weight,
As boxing can be like letters and sounds,
And sport is cheerful and proud.
But this pen is short of the silence,
And applause is not for a pen of silent
Habits, entering the way of life.

My pen is supposing a unity of sight,
Its realm and joy is in delightful prosody,
The reality of a realer day, forced onto
Resurrected beings and sinful jokers
Of the day; My days and nights are velvet
When rich art is forsaken, my days become
The nights, and the rings of gold will go to
Their final resting place, above us and them.