A Thousand Ways Poem by Naveed Akram

There are a thousand ways to compel the graces
Of a man in slumber, the heart is aroused by laughter.
It may be satisfaction entering the eyes august,
It might displace the time we command and respect.
Space has a feature of effects commanding the right,
We are police of her wishes; the queen of saying,
The daughter of life commandeers a righteous man
Who has piety of praise, prizes of desire.

To be august is to be majestic, my opening is my closing,
My closing is my opening, the effects of the mighty spell
Command a queen in ruin, a queen of space and time.
She is the daughter of life, the queen of saying,
But why not respect her ways more than man?
Whose respectability matches the prophetic few,
Who is obliged to marry a queen in ruin, whose words
Fall from the sky to lose a soul of solace, to lose life.