Blessed Nights Poem by Naveed Akram

Be a song of the heart's shadow,
I sing along with some bravado;
This joining of the gallant lights,
Is a fury of the blessed nights.
Be a designer of swords and heads,
Where a man of lightning retreads.
The bed of cold desire and cold fish
Enlivens the best of colours and wish.

So become the light of a thousand rights,
Straying far towards the left of sights.
On my right is a degrading snake of harm,
Feeding in the grasses of marriage and calm.
Let the creature rest and destroy all hope,
So poison is the blessing of a hundred to cope.
I have to grope and be worried about borders,
These boundaries elapse in front of orders.