Ripples Of The Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

A ripple has shaken my soul of light
More than the hellish depths of certainty;
Well-instructed, my guided soul is abject
And the ripples of the water are like flaws.
The help of a devilish plan shall cause
The resentment of an age that masters
Bold men who are in heaven so late.
An open eye is a bag of leaves and gold,
Seeing like the seeing, feeling what is felt,
Like the opening of cans and the closing
Of sanctuaries that bespeak the custom.
A ripple has encountered my soul with light,
Light enters the fray with loaded fright.
Spoons and forks are righteously fought,
Like the supper of an island in retaliation.
It is the depth of the food and drink
In this world of gold and light that shivers
And slightly burdens the young man who strives.