One Feels His Friend Poem by Naveed Akram

One feels the drums beating in the sound of the air,
Ears are popping, pulling the ropes of an eternal tension.
Let go of friendship, for all friends will die before birth,
The one who is Friend is indeed the one most beloved.
He hears you, He sees you and the vastness of His domain
Impairs the human speech, much like danger or death.
The greatest calamity is a foolish mountain-trek, a worthy
Satan, a worldly combatant, the fool of the fools.
Those with degrees of the highest damage resonate and
Glorify the worlds of the damned, a wall rises and returns
To the ground with the hurt of a thousand stars and planets.
You feel certainty kick and curl, loosen and shove, piece
By piece the puzzle is orchestrated to judge who is believer.
Let the drums spin, the devils lurk and grin, the demons cower
And the mountain surpass beauty of the heavenly frenzy,
It is the same, it is the same, from each corner of civilised man,
And from each heart of a grim mortal, the cherished must win.