I Am The Way Of Words - Poem by Naveed Akram
I am the way of the wars and words that empower
The established medium, the critical men are me.
My own transaction is of seeing and memorising,
Of reading and reciting, like an ox or deer.
My acts are numberless, like the stars of the cosmos
Bending its light for the royal souls and actions.
My case is special, like the rain of the forefathers,
Lo, it is agreed, it surmounts the passing horses.
I have fingers of reflection, my spirit is within,
As my hands clenched, as my arms ripped and rude.
The spirit is refusing my help due to the black sea,
It is the void of non-existence, it creates a destruction.
I am the way of solutions, kind and reassuring for the lame,
It is the task of revolving planets, as the task is greater than me.
So even when wine is pressed, and voices are raised,
Above the sea is a flame of gold, a star of disorder,
And stars of order, like the fish of the galaxy as it turns.
It is my hand and skull without my teeth, the solved one,
The resolute one, the pure one, the dissolved one.
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