The Fairway Poem by Naveed Akram

I haven't penned in this well,
And the flies are sorry like distractions.
So oppressive the sound of worries,
Of having a morning to judge like
Strawberries shining brightly
In the well of minds so dear.

I must be unfair, hearing needles,
The revelry of a fairway of dire
Stillness, the golf ball lands not far away.
I haven't written my blessed thinking
Due to jeans surrounding my legs
That depress me, like the shoulder blades.

I may define the fair walk, the fairway,
That shines shallow water, a sacrifice
Is convincing the spectator of a worst
Calamity in the offspring of this national
Part, a nation swims further inland
Always and forever, always in this land.