The Frightened One Poem by Naveed Akram

The dough of fright is deed enough,
Letters abide in the cherished fight,
I ought to decide, I ought to divide.
So I sigh without a leader, I might die
Though, in fairness my wand is selfless.

To make deeds my fight is over as I see
The searching lights that see me in life,
They reply, their disappointments linger.
Neglect them with a system of fright,
I am fiercer than the light of stars in the night.

And then wars are of light; fright signs
Its ugly head at the honoured guests,
A warlike brotherhood so intact,
So divided at times, but too mighty in spirit;
The rest of experience masters a boldness.