I Must Be Tamed Poem by Naveed Akram

I must be tamed and run by lice that hurt,
Completing the guesswork is my chieftain,
That hurt is those hurts of a struggle,
This sentence overcomes the mere seizure.
I see a little spelling in this arguing way,
Taming the beasts of brotherhood,
And living the bent riddles that overcome me.

Those lives are rich that make a letter,
The letters of the light are full of hurt,
Hurt comes my way when I pray
Like the blessings of a rainy day.