The Magic Of Poem by Naveed Akram

I wondered how high the ocean was
Compared to those continuous seasons.
I wear the oceans and seas like fountains
Bringing their vomit before the springs.
I watch a burden from a brother in sin,
His neglect for safety may matter entirely.
I willingly wait and deceive the summer,
Opening the windows of rampages and storms.
I wince and wallow in sins that revolve around
Like a fairground ride, willing to pant and rave.
I wanted the seas to obey my head and knee,
Yelping in the helpless streams of eddies.
I winced and averted the tragedies of a window,
It opened its fence and entered the worth.
I won a burden from a sister too late,
She wondered why my spells were melting.