His Shoes Poem by Naveed Akram

Carrying off his shoes is like days and roads
Being the unities of a people who move and learn.
This that diverges carries a proof of existence,
That which converges means a beauty.
I see shoes in shows learning by methods the dress,
Laces tied are like the noodles in a soup so hot.
My suits are top standard like the doors that swing
At hotels so conquering and dimmer than most awe.
My shoes are lit by fires that serve a master the law,
And this law belongs to majestic beings of great health.