The Source Poem by Naveed Akram

My art creates other arts to conquer
The centuries of learning and pain,
Bread-makers collect towards eternity,
The bread has finally arrived and spoken.
All the words have discovered the reality
And have flown up to be absorbed.
Each war has been only a battle,
Fortified monuments sag and hurt
When weapons are tall and fast.
Only the wars are all the hurries,
Faster are the statements on the tree,
On the clouds of endeavour a
Real distance is what I cannot reach.

Must we fight now that wars are the source?
Force is found there, it is what I cannot touch,
It forces me to obey the fastness
And the slowness of a day in unity.
This spun and then won like a monster
Of the deep dark blowing sea.