The Black Ocean Poem by Naveed Akram

The black ocean and the awesome red sea;
And the orange sun sent by the whole deity;
Also, the joyous water over its salt, its minerals
That combine and permeate the water world,
As my shovel for the losing liquid is handled by the gods.
There is a mile or two of land found with darkest spirits;
Forty years have been of a life without sticks and water bubbles;
A fond memory, the prepared substance
For a survival,
And a glove of strength, a gauntlet of stiff nature
Up the arm, the forced limb of strength.