My Battlefield Poem by Naveed Akram

It is the challenge of my chamber to change us,
The chairman is proud of our character, to describe
The crossing is like the pole of the armoured men.
I am depending on you to describe the young nought,
That illusion is likeable, deserted by the routers of battle.

This is a depression of much destruction, much is engaged,
For my energy is complete like the engine of the engineer.
Honour will write itself under the sun and stars, so homeless
Is the soul when the young nought is elucidated,
Inside the bud of a flower and outside the formulas of science.

I am holy when slain, depressed when dying, and seeing when
Prone on the floor of floors, on the battlefield of death.