My Chosen Image Poem by Naveed Akram

It is my chosen image,
The world of emotions works lastingly,
Who do you see in this complete picture?

I have showed only something,
Like a plan or proposal that bites
And spends from the wallet.

Or in town, the separated forms
Shall witness pride as the watchers
Previously recall.

I helped thinking this time I was present,
One of the mapped men obstructed and abhorred
The helpers and workers of the thoughts.

A little relationship should be hoped,
Legalities are never shaken
As they rent the apartment of wisdom.

I have one hearing and sight,
I recall every single gesture of light
In this night we become with guilt.