The Manhood Poem by Naveed Akram

The manhood of my father fattens me with acts,
They have deserved me, like demolition, distraught
On the terrace of terror, a balcony of riches awaits.
If magic could spell its craze then manhood answers
The interrogation of internal nature,
A dream explodes as it contorts the life around us.
My destiny is exploding in folds, in pages of glory,
Much a book, many a traveller, much to do little.

I have an invisible man in innocence, I see him walk
Towards Wales, then back to England.
His manhood feels glorious earthquakes of sudden
Tremors and teases, tracks of guilt sweep across
Our vault of brilliant words and stars of strength.
I am standing and sitting to enlighten the future
Of our lives, so that dreams may conquer the manhood,
It is my father's manhood that conquers tonight.