Crown-Injury Poem by Naveed Akram

Injuries of the crown are against all odds,
Some prefer to instigate matters further,
But the monarchs sail forward and mutter
Praises for commencement to become.
The agreement between the foes is gone,
One fights and endeavours to be secrets
And these have fields of thought too many.
Waves harbour committees, waves are frequent
As the winds of the earth are on solid ground.
Duty is to be joining the ends of the Earth,
Lullabies of this world are made from this.
I want the bunsen to remain in force,
I want the heat of the stars also on this world.