Leave This Space Poem by Naveed Akram

Leave the space with alacrity,
Then tall orders come forth with pace.
I have a world of troubles floating
In front of my eyes, the stones are watching
A ghost tonight, when we nearly laugh.

This room objects to the interior of the mind,
One subject attains splendour, one object
Subdues the overactive hearers.
In my soul is the help of the souls,
That mildly deliver their rare events.

And so leave me in peace, so that destruction
Foretells another destructive act,
That overshadows a man in shorts,
Who this time engages in slight actions
Worse than the thoughts we worship.