Chirping Monsters Poem by Naveed Akram

He was chirping like an escaped bird,
Wings were aloft in the stations
Suppressing time and its quality
From the start to the finish,
He was chirping like a poetic disorder
As the birds sing and the monsters linger.

Senseless, the redundant beasts have furnished
The earth with its crust,
And the bird's flight shall shine, shovelling the air
With both beaks after both wings.

The flight fades away in fighting fairness,
Eating entrances for the terrors
Inside tense beasts and limbs.

The monsters shake after attacks,
Inside the life we have run accordingly.