I Alone Poem by Naveed Akram

I that am I alone,
Crafty and unique;
Skilful, excellent.
I that am fire
Without the form of angels, a hundred things in one,
And always fraudulent.

I that am I alone,
A liar when I thieved the Daltons,
A reaction when I found a niche
A blue-eyed man with strong lashes
A man of evil strength for the clashes with the enemy
Who sentences to death for the conviction

What stupidity lies in foolish weather
That the soul has wept from the peeping?
My lone heart pulsates beneath the storms
And the mountains split from my crimes.

My thefts spell danger for the whole community,
My laughter says much magic,
With bonds of poison,
Without a single weapon.