The Matters Of The Ocean Poem by Naveed Akram

It matters not how I find the chairs of cheering ladies,
In the clutch of grinning and gaining lads and lasses.
I have not grimly answered the kings whose touch
Replies to ancient accents, to steady stares and awe.
I have what obliges the commanders, the leaders
Of weaponry and wishes, of whales and fishes.
We are humans, I am humanoid, like the old grey sky,
Intake of air is again, breathing is complete like the liars.

It is that my master is me, I am the commander of all days,
My folly is a wizard of lies, as strolling along the river's edge
Sits still in my heart, the bleeding organ of strength and virtue.
My arms are fooled by my legs, and my lance sits still,
Folding my body as my body may dive below the surface of the sea.
I have no answers, it matters not, I have no questions whatever,
But when do we hear the sounds of the deep, blue ocean?