You Are Minor Poem by Naveed Akram

I am major, you are minor,
For what do you meet?
If size bellows from minds,
Then largeness is your goal
And gallows, like hanging is
To theft and murder of the ancient.

I am resigned to fear you,
My cap is worn by your soul,
Like weather on a rainy day,
For the hanging is far off
And on my agenda, the same
Agenda as my country of birth.

I am major and you are inferior,
Like the bird on a branch of trees
And the earthquake rumbling from
Village to village, escaping towns
And habitats, on the ballroom;
A pitch so dark and strewn is made.

My fear is forbidden to me,
For I behold you as old and lean,
Figure of my destiny, the old
Movie, or the trained comrade
Whose companion is me,
Little is the prize that awaits me.