The Same Ground Poem by Naveed Akram

It was the same old ground
Which wiped the eyes and myself,
I was a wish from the gods of eternity
To bestow everyone with gifts of the ground.

My ground has swallowed the whole world
Around us, and what surrounds us cancels itself.
It, the turf, submits to tears, and in eloquence I
Write to obey the guises and the sailing company.

This whole world despairs from trees of certainty,
Family trees matter less than the trees of certainty;
For inside the earth is a fire from a lordly man
Who accomplishes everything with fire.

I couldn't bear the casting of the face
And wrapping of lace, the conceiving of this
Last day, that asked the men at the top
To bear the suffering of those below.