Eye On Disaster Poem by Naveed Akram

I kept an eye on disaster when I could,
To protect the belief of looking up,
Turning had curvature, touring was sprung,
And the hesitation played into the books.
A square of the time was something
On a course of tremors, the square of the time
Had skin and feathers, a pea soup
To burn inside, letting wings to emerge
For flight and ease of rights to die.

I keep on searching for the sort
That matches with death,
Believe in all of the wide, blue ocean,
Fishes stink in the air above the seas.

I run home, I see ducks on the pond
Then in the ocean, with flight to buy
The market called Nature.