I Feed On Prison Poem by Naveed Akram

I feed on banana after prison,
Its awesome like ten minutes of the day.
My bite is your bite, a staggered journey
As one fortress fights, justly so much.

It is prison in tight circles, decode the drama,
It decides itself when gases are vaporised.
The slow, putting voices sway and surge,
Like the waves of the sea and sky.

I defend the realm wanting to decide,
For leader is me and my window.
My return is solidifying as I gather like a
Crowd from foreign territory.

Prison pauses, sacred issues reside in calm,
Water overflows when deers are born.
My prison is my shrine not my shine,
I herald the onlookers for their acute vision.