Perhaps My Father Poem by Naveed Akram

I brought a candle always seeing it,
Remember the flame of my father,
Memorize the spells of disaster,
Find me the key to the city of my soul.

I had a lit fire in my view and vision,
Wrong tales were retorted when in sight,
I instead believed in strength as an occupation,
Keeping last night with worries and anxious cries.

Disturb me not! Disturb no brother or sister!
I have missing a few relatives but they care for my candle.
Let me cover my head from the very start!