Gathering Ghosts Poem by Naveed Akram

I gather my joint hands to worship,
My supplication is accepted for it dines
On the food of heaven as a bridge or afterlife.
My actions are numberless inside the grave
And outside the graves of others,
Mothers and fathers annex my situation,
For the ghosts narrate a fabulous story
Full of mystery and justice for the ill.
Jostling in their spirit-land, the importance
Overshadows recklessness, loathing a panic
Generated by ideal creatures, they are humans
In the red colours and blue colours and green.
These have made us visible for the ghost-land,
That they pray is up to me, for I am a leader
Of the faithful as the faithless exert no compulsion
Or cure.