Chariot In Circles Poem by Naveed Akram

A truck of encouragement is buying the market,
My educated bliss is an estrangement of the market.
Ill works are the illness of my living plague,
Many have won, many have sung, and I have done.

Ill works subject their full force on our dealings of a night,
Thus night is the full imposition by the ones who part.
The works of a great volume are sounder than names,
My office is inner circles, my orders are from the too high.

This car is a chariot of the golden and silver ones who gape
At luxury of the pen as it races you and all the gold in the world.
This gold is a golden pen of the written minds, innocent times,
Whose powers unfold due to the light within and the dark without.