True Men Poem by Naveed Akram

True men don't speak lies on the outward desires,
True men sigh in the form of an unique ecstasy,
Truth bites like a bitter idiocy, as strong as righteous
Ladders offering strands of silk and strangers in the night.

Nothing exists tonight in the lanes of importance, these
Easy amazing youth ask interests, of the utterances.
Truth signifies the opposite of false cries, of tears uncontrollable
And tears blotting out sight, tears of the opponents.

It is trudging in darkness, the train of an alien; inner desires
Fool us into innocence, but where is the locomotive of light?
Nothing complains, nobody exerts or exists, so no-one complains:
Why are you the sudden castle of our world, the castle of our call?