Legacy And Uprise Of Piracy Poem by Rafique Farooqi

My ambition that becomes my sword
I dwell in mysteries
That cast shadows on face of pain
Let me succeed beyond pains
On swollen grounds 
Looking with my hawk eyes
Preserving spears in saddlebags. 
To begin
A journey of warrior
Emerged from untold  tales 
Like redemption of
crewed  sailing to endless 
I barely stand for that
What was never a sacred belief
Resurrection of lost civilisation 
From crippled bones of natives 
With ghost faces 
Barely standing upright
Dressed like spooky pirates
For them most of doors of hell
Stand open
Let, give them a way
Dust rises far away