Rain To Meet Poem by Naveed Akram

I compete for the prize forsaken by some,
Blind are they who burden the losers.
For prizes and chokes are the main items,
Some can breath and others wait for life.

Chopping the meat, we still are believers in
Their claims, the claims of food and drink.
For prizes and chokes are the main items,
Many inhale to see the justice of a century.

It is time for famine, the clouds are ready to burst,
We are saved from a brilliant time of hunger.
Chop then the meat, chips of arguments hate us,
As meat is stewed afterwards, coiling and heating.

May the prize be a strong reward of life and death,
Punish those in their cause, the comb of the hair;
I have hair on the head needing shaving and stroking,
All because rain has arrived, rain has charged us.