The Song Of Harlequins Poem by Naveed Akram

Fought and won, the genuine is easy,
One is harlequin or jester, frequent,
Or fabulous in costume and song.

I work daylong in headstrong crowds,
Much like a joker arrested, or fool tested,
Since the gong, when I accosted the tables.

I was arrested with the absolutists,
Activists, strangers in crime, who aborted
Their illness once ruined in time like songs.

Stillness is of the soul and songs, harlequins
In fullness, gentleness and dullness.
We are not in crowds due to harmfulness.

My idle ego establishes an awfulness,
Minding the winners of jesters and songsters,
Peacefulness is the foot of all activity, alacrity.

Let the messengers plunge into sins,
When stillness is an awfulness, gentle
Are the chickens of the living soul.