The Axis Poem by Naveed Akram

I see he sees like the wind of harmony,
My wheel on its axis turns and bellows below.
The cart drops, cantering on, like a rainbow,
Forcing witty remarks with the aid of a donkey.
I press my pulse and wrist collecting all joy
Like the man who saw godly words in the night.
I see him swear to the gods about drink and alcohol -
My joy! He is calmly drunk on words of the night.

I seem my prayer with shallow waters, I am sane,
My wit is bigger than before, sadder than wine
That spills, actually without the molecules of hearts.
My wheel turns and bends along the alleyways like
A deadly trumpet, forming words of the day, in spite
Of just deserts, of offerings to deities that don't exist!
O my weapon! It is my choice, it is my weird spear
To take to the heart so melodious and mellifluous to minds.