Fugitives In The Wind Poem by Naveed Akram

For three months the fugitives persevered,
Winds had sat and displayed a pillowed bed
In a bedroom, this slight source of anxiety.
Demonstrating their brains, we exclaimed a reading
To be worshipped by those with illusions.
I want the thoughts to swell up like a continuity,
Yet the letters of the pen are dissolved like ink,
Feeding the pages of slight might,
Weeping sufficiently to be astute.
A waking moment dominates the room,
Instilling the mere tragedy, to be profiting
As the days are many and multifarious,
To be exact men we spend and rely
On the troubles of a day that hides.
Holes seem to be troubled by the swerving attitude,
A ready man has been everything to the world
Of words. These are the thoughts inside the junction
We call the mind of menacing characteristics.