My Two Friends Poem by Naveed Akram

My two friends are now enemies,
Indeed the friendship runs thinner
And thinnest, reading the news can matter.
My two friends emit light to each other,
Like the pencil of the lands in styles that
Are jotted, not written.
We are also the enemies like the trains
Of the eastern ways and roads,
Feeding the idiocy of a land-like ability.

These two energies constantly bend the rules
As rules are read by the joyous enemy,
How do we contain the memories of some kindness?
It is as though thoughts destroyed are
Even then thoughts.
You must maintain a thinking man
Called leader like the computer main-frame
Inside a country.