To Soothe Me Poem by Naveed Akram

The limbs of the saviour congratulate me
Since they are drunken with stupid words
Vilifying my actions then rescuing me.

The curious men among us stridently condemn me,
For my limbs are in limbo
Inwardly afire.

See the intrigue of the drum we call peace,
After the fires of our whims have sung,
The intrigue of day falling connects with my light soul.

I see with an interim, the grasped landscape
Of solutions and metaphors,
The relaxed splendour of our own majesty.

This intercourse with the crests and troughs of life
Are like the seas and lands together,
For even mountains of hatred condemn me.

To be brief is to be life, inward barriers must collide,
And depart to the fore forming Me in reactions,
This to malign the mollifying spirit.