Plant A Tree Poem by Naveed Akram

On another sorrow plant a tree,
The tree springs to brave quests
And shakes its powerful tendons
With a calm salutation of love and ease.
But then this brave and courageous
Shrub has conspired as always when
Fire is in the mind outdoors,
When fire speaks with gusts of gore.

On another man’s sorrow mount a wheel
And let it run downhill with every speed.
The people must chase the beholders of
Truth, the true questions behead
Conspirators, like the cattle and sheep
Always in pain from their flinging papers.
The paper is twining and writing itself
A disease of the spring and summer.