Those Terms Poem by Naveed Akram

Define those terms that need a distance,
They must be distant and far away from home.
Our language is made of those names,
We describe the worry and behaviour
As if the same name has erupted from a mountain.
I like only that talk that lifts one, that crept on my shoulder
From your mouth and uttered a mountain of anxiety.
I can not forget that even though I shrink from it,
And this is my worry of course, of hard belief.