Most Brothers Poem by Naveed Akram

It is the most gratifying brother who asks for help,
For which the ceilings of the sky
And the remnants of the ground and earth
Lie hidden forever this way.

Over the wall and over the roof
I observe the righteous men who ask
My brother to climb a tree of tentacles
Living and withering to death's boughs.

And then I look down and stretch the sight
Finding love as an object for the family
To play and remorse forever this way;
Little energy is wasted by the sudden winds.