My Eye Poem by Naveed Akram

I feasted my eyes on what was quite correct,
Reached by the foot of man and woman together,
With red spots on the cheeks that glimmered,
In obeying the friendly call of the asses.
I thought of what was music to the ears,
Asses had already reached a depth,
Pronouncing the same words of definite help,
All of our discomforts were forgotten tonight.
When the leisure hours came,
We wept under the dying moon,
Kicking and jesting like the feet of help,
A fist had lodgings, a fist created pleasure
And dispelled the logic of an eternity.