I Have A Time Poem by Naveed Akram

I have a time too straightforward,
My opinions materialise afterwards
And shake the heads of people altogether
Like burning hay in the wind.
I have a burning way, I have a heavenly sanity
Reaching us from within, like the brandishing
Of blame, inside the rectified whole.
A wily man restores my health, his doctor hood
Is the medusa of ugliness,
Straightening the ranks of gold
Little by little.

I have to be against your surprise,
My forms are golden in some sense.
These satisfactory psalms obey me,
Those wretched auctions are contemplated
Inside the brain of tomorrow.

A burn has left a stain,
Much derision awaits the leader,
Feeding freedom that fits
Like a crown on a king’s head.
So that he is appointed and mastered
By the court of distinctions,
Lesser men watch and listen
To the straight laws passed
After the charity is asked.