I See The Dying Poem by Naveed Akram

I see the dying once I cavort in the desert,
My riding-beast speaks to me like a dune
Or a sand-worm, or a wonderful donkey.
I see the deaths of thousands of beasts,
Humans have become beasts from fervour
And arid conditions, the ultimate sinning.

I see the dying and the deaths, I watch
A book unfold with words of worry,
Weird work, denigrated themes, of time.
I match the spanning centuries with mine,
This need in deeds is greater than knowledge,
These are the bestial teases, the extraordinary dreams.

My winter was without the desert, it was ice-age
Where mammoths roam relished, on roads of grit,
Their paths of pathology, the metabolic ways of theirs.
I see the dying in every sphere of the galaxy,
For the wretched have children, and children die,
When do they receive their death when life expires always?