Seas Poem by Naveed Akram

Seas are lining our lungs with oil,
That sought for hearing and roar,
That vastly deplored the veins of blood,
Of a human sailor,
Of a friendly man or woman of the winds.

Throw him off the edge of death,
Find him swimming to shore,
As a righteous man stoops to pray,
As a woman combs her hair all her life.

Waves upon waves meet the soldier,
A man as quiet as danger,
One of them who live amongst anger,
And they are in jeopardy of silence.