Sails Flapped Poem by Naveed Akram

The sails flapped over us,
The moments were dropping,
It was wrong to be pessimistic,
In ordinary human events.
Our housekeeper was away,
One hand hovering our ship,
The other a source everlasting bliss.
We were done reading the houses,
Down fields, across alleys.
The sea was our glove twisted,
Its integrity seemed to be absent.
Down into the sea we dropped,
Over us a calculation or goings on.
We were to swim further than this,
For my eyes were seeing doubly well
Now that storms aroused the passion.