Directing Your Steps Poem by Naveed Akram

He directs his steps head forward, bent painfully,
Like old trees with branches and wilting leaves.
All that rolled was a bartering blizzard, old and ancient,
Dealing pond water as rolling came from the moon.
Mixed together was a door, with wilting leaves green
And yellow, as winds blew faster every day.

The gust was taste of frost, snowy mountains tuned
Their voices to the night, a moon subsists, a moon foretells,
Like a prophet or a prophetess, of zeal and abode,
Offering the mankind its word and deed finally.

He directs his mood to the whole billowing sky of grey,
Clouds subsist, assisting the length of the night and day.
Peculiar fashion is economical, but this night was fast
With disaster, frolicking with anger, disdainful and exact.

The taste of a thousand nights found righteous work in days,
Human and animal with head forward rolled onto grainy grass,
Horns locked, generation after generation, like a mantle of Earth,
Like a crust of the ancient trust, a justice has appeared.