Footwork Poem by Naveed Akram

Footwork denies me the legs of wonder,
These ghosts are like legs and arms of the young
Offspring who own the only weather.
Feet deny me the right to self-exist,
Living lies with lions of distress inside the distress.
I have to learn, I have to risk the resistance
So meaningful like the wind of highness.
My oftenest sprite resists my changes
Like well-meaning gnome or dwarf.
Their magical spray shall shine with flames
That murder the young eggs of yellow.
Foot after foot emerges like fire of the world,
This forest life will undo the wellness of life.