My Long Road Poem by Naveed Akram

The road is longer than a small continent,
It purges and crashes with dutiful sounds,
Enigmas go unnoticed with sudden design,
Endeavours are uprooted by their necks.
One road clashes with tall monuments of old,
One road is enough to ban the might of armies.

When the plague set in, joys were collected,
Deaths became the roads and the alleys of thought.
The dead brought their lives to the forefront,
Roadways reduced the light and dark bridges,
So entered the dead people who overtook others.
One was a country, the other was the side of devils.

Other junctions mattered in the mistaken labyrinth,
Roads comforted the mortal souls, with bridges
Of darkness and light leaning to the door, as hatches
Opened with oozes, psychologists poured with pain,
And doctors undertook the dangers of the motorway;
This fulfilled the light and dangerous conversation.