The Fire Is Complete Poem by Naveed Akram

Incinerate the fire, and the fire exists and swathes in
The burdensome crowd, fulfilling the wishes of the hated.
My fire is your fire in the sky of crimson blue,
Many have been a guide to the reality of a sigh,
But when they sigh there is a sign of science.
This is the organic work of a thousand dreams.

Those with mountains of snow are collapsing under them,
The rain falls, and the scientists are pure, the water is cool.
Those with golden delights forsake the maps of treasure,
To be wealth is like the theory of the wastes and lands.
My fire is a fire bright, too visible in the extreme corners,
My corner is a hurting cube, a square of hatred and darkness.

Then fire hurts, hurts the soul as it incapacitates the soul,
Feeding the light of a night in High Hell, a denizen of darkness
Enlightens the few who want the objective completed.
But there are keepers whose knowledge must be learnt,
Hell has no place for the sports of a legion and its soldiers,
Of evil might and play is the enemy of an element that erodes.