One Thinks Poem by Naveed Akram

I am a barrier to the sick and ill,
My health is everlasting like the sun.
It illustrates the beginning of laughter,
Its smile is of purity and purpose.
I have oneself and I have slept too deeply
In my waking life, caressing the dream
Of rituals and sacrifice, the oppressed
Will object and praise as well tonight.

One thinks one should be taught indirectly,
To love the swan and its beauty as if
A teacher has spread a message, for birds
Of beauty are a realm of the distinctions.
In some of our disciples there is burden,
Like the beautiful face and all it surveys,
Linking the damned and the innocent to
Their natural abodes, as if you are sinking.