Taken Poem by Naveed Akram

The window opens to consider dreams,
Offering a Wight to emerge in totality;
The nightmare commences at the table
Of food and drink, only to be like the future.

Our windows are now shut, doors too,
Clanging is heard like that of a magnet,
The murderers are near to the soul,
Wondering of hard pain and their suffering.

This eye is my window and shadow
To be observed by the poltergeist in history;
Towards a great island they seem to travel,
Islands of morbidity lie like liars in the dust.