I Am A Pilgrim Poem by Naveed Akram

I am a pilgrim searching for a ride,
To journeys that master the achievement.
I learn of deeds dangerous and dry,
Wet like the rain, easy like the spring.
The pilgrimage is a blessed act beauteous,
A warm covering, a daunting charity.
The roof reveres the floor, when danger dusts
The ground of earth, and shelter is home.
One is pilgrimage, one is life, of odds and ends,
Dissolved in life so livid and in size and volume.
The real journey ends tired, foolishly the time
Creates another sign, too rigid with rust,
Like the iron of dangerous metallic offspring.