Do Not Raise Your Hand Poem by Naveed Akram

You cannot raise your hand and deny my words of ink,
You cannot guard my body from the wicked and lame.
A strange shape has arisen, forgetting us in its lines,
Your hand is far taller than my face as it exerts its force.

Some heaven is heavier than the conical ocean - the waters
Surrounding us in this imagined world of beauty and hydrogen.
Do not be mean to my guardian of the polite heart, the heart
That vanishes from too many words of music, too many actions.

Sometimes, I need helium, sometimes, I need gold and silver,
But when there is water my eyes can diffuse light into the soul.
To state the style of reason is so intelligible to the naked eye,
But what does a man see when confronted with solemn words?

You cannot praise the one who hands over truth, your prize is too
Golden like the mathematics of a bygone age, that differs with ours.
My axe is grinding its lessons, it will break open the whole eggs,
That are differing in their make and colour, their size and shape.