Smooth Slope Poem by Naveed Akram

On a smooth slope we sleep,
Throats are in anguish,
As the dreaming is in concussion.
Some sleep in a bedroom of higher
Pleasure, also they have the bed.

On a gradual sea the welcoming
Has events in the main season,
Slopes are sacred due to gravity,
Open their light and travel further
Than the man at the dead-end.

It will be the fall of the century,
A smooth slope seems to be an
Accusation, of feeling and of effort.
One begets not, one beams on others
To refract the light, and reflect the sight.