The Night Is A State Poem by Naveed Akram

The night was a state of the state,
Its interior walls beckoned a ghost,
Its well-being was a knighthood.
My artists are like a gender,
Many artisans are involved in the picture.
In this night we still wish for endeavour,
For the day brings disaster, like the illness
Of our heart, that beats like a symbolic
Drum.

My night fails according to the rules,
Laws beckon the ordeals, they travel
Through windows of steel and gold,
The confident men are the cool plate,
From this the women eat to expire
One day and one night.