Asking For Numbers Poem by Naveed Akram

My asking is my objective as of this day,
The journey towards the world causes me to suffer;
Let the adjusting be special among the old men,
Wiser help orchestrates a new newspaper.

My certainties are numbered according to lists
I have in my head, the world is another toy;
The good work entails a new religion,
Backwards I work so that the thoughts reside.

The background is special because of numbers,
This scene is a scene of scenery, but unseen;
You are a small hound on this pathway
A hound takes with places, the very hound of danger.