The Straight Spirit Poem by Naveed Akram

The straight path is never appearing like a snake
Or animal of lethality, but it confidently smiles at you
And feels feet on the whole delight, simply disappearing.

My coast is my cost, its piranha fish oppose you,
But me as well with assumptions and accusations;
Must we weigh the dragging pieces and smoothly play?

The strong path is a shaken spirit, or sprite of display
In many colours, its straightness is immediate, so atoms
Converge and hurt those in sight with a visible sign.

Let the path of definite weight be accused and betrayed,
But let those with ions fight those with many compounds,
The elements of a day seem like earth, wind, fire, and water.