Strange Hero Poem by Naveed Akram

Behold him! On the dewy ground, dark and cold,
Like a strange marvel or hero of the night.
Will anyone tell me what he is like?
I saw him singing at his work,
On this dew that thaws like a beautiful chemical,
From the battles long ago.
I saw his face again on an occasion to trust
And no bird did ever chant such miraculous notes.
He is marvellous in his wishes,
And controls himself when in a fit of anger.
The third day of his war became the last,
And to call him an honourable hero
Was fit for the country and nation.