My Coequal Poem by Naveed Akram

He may be my coequal, but my resonance
Is like the pounding of drums during fight of fire
And ice, fires and snowfall, rockets and bombs.
To burden another man I reject his teaching first,
Then the next deal is to resign from my post,
And then we deliberately convince the law
To pose a threat, this time we are like swans
On a lake-surface that fight during the serenity.

If waves were to obscurely fill the pool
The bending of light-rays could be sensed
And obscure ways of learning noted.

He may be a rival, but my objective
Is far too superior, like the flags waving at the sea
Mightily, with force, gases, brine and sewage.
This is the deal of the deal, minding a stationary being,
Linking into letters the ink has melted far too weakly.

The threatened men of this generation lift
Their eyes to our rivalry, and this design
Is of the heavens and earth.