One Force Poem by Naveed Akram

One forces the aeroplane to be a journey,
An army of bombs slays the comradeship,
One bottle bespeaks like the plague,
One is better for the speech of a bowl.

Let the boys be buoyant upon the sea,
Coffee is a swearing justice to them all,
Fishes swim for it in their discs and deluges,
With tumult and torrent as the visionary.

The clock has struck and run its course,
Little comets be their awkward seasons,
Letters of the compass become,
Open their often-felt praises like the insides.

One forces the air and water to congeal
And films are if fingers conjoin to see us,
We strive into the floods of fire,
Leaving the fins of the sharks in the distance.