The Time For Lamps Poem by Naveed Akram

You span a time for the lamp to drop,
It lands heavily for shame and harm;
This doing is for material hearts,
Light emanates from it as it rolls.

The room is aghast with furious alarm
Of catastrophic shapes and magical traps;
The sound of the air manages to stare
At my goals, and religious awe is great.

Inside this time we solve the mystery,
It travels like lightning bolts to the floor
To instigate sound and matter,
Munching me with light and delusion.

I have earned its corkscrew, the very thought
Turning me inside-out, like a terrible light
Earned by a man with much pain
And this means my lamp speaks like me.