My Love Is My Thought Poem by Naveed Akram

My love and lobes detour in the pathway,
Many loves are many hatreds in gestures.

To ingrain this thought is a commotion,
Opening the identification portion and process.

My love lazily laughs like the lethargic crew,
A student walks along the conditions of a boundary.

Alone we stand and resolve our differences when mad,
My love enacts a disease called Love Itself, so small a love.

We stood and understood us like stools on the floor,
Opening manners of a different schedule and remorse.

Heaven is a waiter, it excels in nihilism, but water is trained
To object to the ultimate truth, of the truth that water is damned.

I must inject an equal face to the horizon of ghosts,
They swallow and wander to the edge of the ghost-town.