Foolish Flames Poem by Naveed Akram

All the patients at the clinic make a hall of flames,
Admitting them into schools for the occupation;
Resting this time, a nice trick of the soul and mind,
Resting and suffering superbly, in the mind.
May celery and carrot be the real meal,
The brave ones conquer all, they just conquer.
These men and women are ghosts of children,
Killing all the time, some of us are not dead.
Death has been miraculous tonight,
Sleeping shall be fine, as more than health is absent.
Rolling the eyes helps my path and road
On the way, on the real way.
All these distresses conquer me as I speak
To the pillow and bed, the straw mat of foolery.