I Saw His Prison Poem by Naveed Akram

He saw my prison and laughed,
In it I gazed and grazed like lunacy
Within the walls of water and vice.
Food was seen, I had meaning behind the
House in which I was shamed.
But wind entered the mansion of chains,
Obliterating them, stroking my heart
And releasing me again, angrily.

I saw my prison of the worst thinkers,
Wasted by logic and whims of the clever brains,
Philosophy spurted my actions,
Excelling in them was my duty,
And why does duty differ when done?
It is due to hard oppressors
That dutiful actions take their blend,
Forming a picture of heraldry
And active diplomatic skill.