The End Of The Passage Poem by Naveed Akram

The journal was discovered at the passage’s end,
Overlooked by modern workers, who wandered
Into regions researched, for they reviewed
Exactly the sprites and the eggs of gases.

Fair expectations freely made them dodge,
Green eyebrows were on the agenda,
As the level of seriousness rose rapidly with writers
Who claimed their clubs were for beating.

The impatience of a moment handed in the golden
Jars of dates and other everyday fruits,
The missing links happened to be present,
The sprites were freed like a liberty.

Must they break the egg of connivance?
Energy has been released, and always the urban
Areas are affected for all time and space,
Like the sensibility of the whole action.