One Battle Poem by Naveed Akram

One battles with flesh of wines and surging heat,
Embezzling is the past tragic event of sires who recede,
But one bent to the tortures of forgotten gods
Spends time with furies and finalities of the flesh.

The metaphysical results are of the notes from thinkers
Who delve into the universe and the history of its complaints.
Devils lie and be at ache with almost hated elements,
Commoners are exactly in the wrong form of sitting ache.