Adults And Children Poem by Naveed Akram

Where do adults display their traits and attributes?
Why do these playing children remember the suns
Rising on different horizons, fulfilling the momentum?

My actions are partners of the old fellowship so golden,
My acts are delivered by the gatherers of wood, the wielders
Of weapons who cherish the lords and ladies of high heaven.

Opening the world is like offering the sacrifice of a dozen years,
Closing the world is as if the words of the slain are perpetrated,
Why do listeners forsake their words and symbols when it is early?

It is like the mountains of a distress, a fountain of deceit,
It is odd on the occasions that we suffer, a melody is upon them,
It is odd how sufferings are handed out by the one who owns lords.

Where are the adults when they deceive the crying children?
Their puncturing of tyres is like the offering from the table-tastes,
The author and child of the centre of the spherical world is offering.