Surprised Being Poem by Naveed Akram

Those perfect beings will always see
The lights and lances so feathered.
They started flight along the way,
Pressures of the nature around were in taste.
We are deceived by the earth and ocean
For the bed of the sea lays on the bed.
We sleep never far from the fire
In the first place, in those ways of places.
I am wood, and you are straw
Forming substances from the bundles;
If you see faces working into your face
Still be astonished, for the antagonist
Surprises me enough.