Sacred Doll Poem by Naveed Akram

To him is sacred literature as he stood
Wailing like a sitting dog,
What is the language of speaking?

An abject tongue, an object of resentment
Claimed the background of music and sound.
Answers are beheld by the sitting dolls.

What is the literary component of a man
In loss? Is mankind helping the kingdom?
My tongue is my mother's tongue.

Work returns speaking to me like work,
The distilled water is upon his shoulders,
And so the sitting doll reaches forward to the dog.