The Gleaming Eyes Poem by Naveed Akram

The gleaming eyes bespoke now,
A strict study of the sensibilities;
One mostly stuck with hands,
But now the eyes had powerfully
Handled the past and future of events.

The wreath had powerful flowers,
A strange road was the whisper
With the ears to match,
A strange man entered the mountains
After a telephone rang.

The eyes had essence, yearly offering me
Those rights I enjoyed.
With years a time encased a manhood
That simply ordered one to shoot
Into the dark of the mountainous waste.

Those eyes had mastered a reality
All of the year round,
With pertinent sights and puzzling lights,
Much was encased by time
As fast as heavenly straits.