Understand My Horse Poem by Naveed Akram

Understand me this time.
By what is knowledgeable and certain,
The reins of this horse weigh on my hands,
As I approach the house I built,
On this path my living exists.

On this arduous path a horse is exalted
In its ardour, like the way of the sword
Shining with lustre; strange lips move,
Twisting the shape of a heavenly ghost,
Almost it's angelic of names.

Understand this poem once more
From the spacious acts of this delivery,
For swinging lusts alter the rocks of
Locking consideration,
The key is turned too late sometimes.

Concerned and bright, we understand
The mighty horse so skilful in its cantering
That the art of such movement is abolishing
The world organisations, so faint is the far
Horse now.