We Are A Road To Travel On Poem by Naveed Akram

We are the old roads travelled by wary mysterious men,
We trust their footprints, their treks and treats and displays.
When lessons abide in the heart, that time there is a sandpit,
Where the head joins the heart, we heard a beat of mercy.

And so the tavern rings with echoes of your majestic upbringing,
Mathematical feet design the sudden cosmos as you lift into space.
We are the roads of the galaxy, the feet on which we walk,
And the vacuum can be kingdom after swearing kingdom.

We, alas, assign a number to the heavy beats of the heart,
Counting the sins, counting the deeds of good and value and virtue.
Those souls in the shadows shall never survive the weather
Of their familiar abodes, a risky blend of fire and earth, water and air.