I Hear The Very Sounds Poem by Naveed Akram

I hear the sounds of the watery stream,
Far and below the masters of fish are abiding,
Their stare is a straw like the drinking of the shore,
I hear the very sounds that reside in the watery bay.

I see winds of the eternal storm,
Matrimony is visible in this perfect tempest,
Temples erect, tightrope walkers abound
In this circus of life called the air.

I hear the sounds of a watch that manipulates
Our lives like the fire and storm, a little like
The water of the pond we called life in those days,
A little like food of the air that bounces and suddenly falls.