Beginning With Those Tyrants Poem by Naveed Akram

I begin with beginning, story after story,
The overflowing words are mere birds
Flying to their homes and nests like lightning
Natural as the wind and as much as meaning.
They conveyed their thoughts through wonderful
Wings of intelligence that greeted dawn dazed.
The greatest thrill exploded earnestly, words
Began their mission, words and clauses willed.

I ended my thought with endless sympathy,
Pitiful men are like me, prose is against me
Like the tyrants and disasters we call our foe.
This foe is a story or tale animated by some
Creator, who blessed the innards and blessed us.
But why does the very simple worry enter the heart?
Whose lace is assumed by the onlooker?
I beleaguered fantastic beings by lowering the head.