The Sword Poem by Naveed Akram

Give me the sword,
Worlds of action, contaminator;
Attacks are brief, and deserters
Fetch their cowardice and the act.
My acts numberless, I refrain from new
Thoughts making me sudden in ideas,
The well of beliefs shudders by.

Give me your sword in this place
And time, throw it where I can slide,
Your demands are completely outstanding
Since the hands of mine see why.
The combat shall murder the mind,
Another godly helper is divine
And seeks victory always.