I Am Sick Of Sight Poem by Naveed Akram

I am sick of foes in the dust at my feet,
My weeping is due to them at my feet;
Let my heart weep also, and my eyes
Are leaping the shadows with despair.
The day is wearing a frown upon us,
Weeping with me like a bulging star.
The days pass into solitude one time,
The tears are of woes of the night.

I have sickness in my heart dearly spent,
The foes and friends seek justice for them.
I cannot bargain, fuss and see, for their
Wrongs are a calibre of height that sighs.
The night must be trained to fight and create
Light soon enough for my agitation.
The eyes and ears are agitated by night,
And in the day we listen to the strife.