The Tricky One Poem by Naveed Akram

To the advert I cruise and burn the tricks,
Wrong and right are fluent speakers.
I am here, my trying vocation is same,
Loaves of bread sustain my body.

I’ve come a long way, I am no magician,
Properly here is my heart and liver,
Inhabitants of the problems and solutions,
Living in the body of this reality.

I noted another spell in repayment,
Tricking the forgiven people,
Their crimes are without sinning high
But I take affront as the boy or girl.

My trust labours with hardiness,
I fall and tug on the rope of love,
But the body does not derive a death,
As the realities unfurl before the heart.