Large Doorway Poem by Naveed Akram

The large doors are full of controversy,
Hapless items of hardness fall in and out.
They forbid the wrong attack, a full bite,
The wood is of the wool, of the garment.

My door is ceaseless, my door is wonderful,
Like the speed of the train, a little liar.
Red blood flows in the head of the heart,
Opening the wounds to this end in time.

My doors are smaller like snails, snapping,
Inwardly, like the door so in life, and also death
Drying its wings with weather and white,
The only wooly sheep is upon the goat.