Met By Sands Poem by Naveed Akram

Well met by the animals of the past,
He is sands, he is winter of the light;
By this tragic beginning a futility has come,
The dunes deplore this person of the flesh.
After eating devoutly, a man has expired
Into the sandy degrading desert.
Many centuries offer their wishes
To the cadaverous ape of the sands.
Vacuums of the errors are again in this sauce,
This sauce is like jelly, like blood decayed.
One is body initially to become embalmed
Vulgarly like a desert's dune and danger.
This meeting of the sands worships nobody
That transpires their wit.