Shepherd And You Poem by Naveed Akram

An echoing blue will enlighten you,
So the shepherd arrives to greet his sheep;
One day you will set to light a heaven
And give money to the dead who leap.
Pitying, I surrender to him the goods,
To see a world in a cube and wish it
To outrageously curl up in bad news,
He visited, I know, the green, green woods.
One has been plucking a flower,
Those same wicked children have gone,
I lie and say my share of the hour,
The very same hand has been uplifted.
To enlighten you, we are in the palm of
His hand, like a meteor of the winds in a cage,
Daring to profit like writers’s clubs, or bad
Accusers who frighten those in a rage.
Let the shepherd sell his flock to the nearest
Shower of raining bullets, my meteor is to escape,
Like one weirdly of late, the one nearest,
And the one that keeps avenues of tape.