Growing Phantoms Poem by Naveed Akram

To be the consideration of a phantom is growing
Into consideration, one of the thoughts.
Many have descended and stolen their goods
So that phantoms describe a foolish day.
Inside the holiday of our stay there
Existed a morbid talent, one of those
That skills condemned.
A little thought destroys your day,
Inside the hectic hours afterwards
And before.

To be the fortune of the wars abiding
In the homes of a man and woman
Is finding the luck that beams on you.

My talents are like feats to athletically
Perform from the poniard
That lacks all immortality.

The mishpocha of the phantoms
Devises another family,
They now phosphoresce and stagger
For the elegant eyes,
Drawling in this way and that,
Balking and displaying with zeal.

The fortunes of gold had been lost,
A dull cart horse was one of those talented
Ghosts.
Let us now ride its back, at the very moment
We seize the day of thunder.