My Birthplace Poem by Naveed Akram

I am here as my birthplace, fully adept at being kept,
Police is against the poles of distress, as my sister is today.

The days outnumber the nights outstretched, feeding,
Keeping, so that nights bespeak and bemoan fully.

Here is my place of fountains and dire stress, a lace of
Shoes, a mountain of hurt, when the germ of germs is found.

Where is my sister of areas resolute? The birds in the air
Fasten and loosen, with wings catapulting them forward.

This may describe the place of my espionage and birth,
When spies despise the despots who run the estate.

Nobody will enter the gloom of a day so resented,
This day is a night, and this night is a day, why are we born?