Metallic Eyes Poem by Naveed Akram

My eyes are metallic, their gaze concerts like music,
A ripping silence ensues, ensuring a safe wreckage of life.
Life caves in, death sets in, annihilation is a proud fact,
Live ghosts, die gracefully, little knowledge is kept in the grave.
Everyone praises eyes, ears and fountains of love as mercy,
All despairs when the call of the last one, a saying is clear.

Death enjoys boredom of the ranks dwelling within the heart,
Heard by all whose centres of commotion rampage the inside.
A heart is a bleeding of some kindness, a pardon, a desire,
So many tears surround us in escape, a word has worried.
My ending is nigh like the black of the dimmer world so mocked,
My beginning is complete, my middle-period was special.