Swimming In Conjecture Poem by Naveed Akram

Should we dive, should she strive?
The swimming is open to conjecture.
My words are swifter than policies
Lulling the mind with subtle tales.
The water completes, its trail,
Feeding the mind with office,
Feeding the heart with Tarzan.

Should we involve ourselves in talent?
The mere belief sings to the heart.
A world within a world is a beautiful life,
The remedy is sick, the infidels are bricks.
This beauty is hidden to the senses,
Lulling the crowd that roars and sways,
For tonight its absence is overbearing.

The talents of tense muscles request
An apology from the only born man of age.
A world finds another joiner, a moody man
Who recasts the talents, the tales of research.
A word is more than a deed, a world is
More than the worlds, and my verses subject
The mind to kicking and pulling of fantasy.