At My Grave - Poem by Naveed Akram
At my grave be a lovelier flower of poems,
Constrict your muscles to disown me, and
I will see the authority of your living eternity.
My ripened fruit is to inject into the finer flesh,
Offering the angelic help, like the interesting layers
We have butchered with final calm and burden.
My mastery is of this world, it encapsulates a
Tongue of the liver and a tongue of the heart,
My mastery is fully exposed to the earth and clay.
I have fortune in entities of such massive matter
That energy reigns in me like the horse and the cat,
The horse is a jumper, and the cat is a cleverer cat.
This yard I have entertained like the observant one,
It is the graveyard of my mothers and fathers,
A real subtle family so fingered with attributes
That they are numberless, for my mastery of this world
Exactly displays a soldier in me, the soldiers are
The fighters of this earth that return to its like.
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