The Same Finesse Poem by Naveed Akram

My path meanders and curves like a heavenly bliss,
Towards the sky and heavenly bliss it rides,
For twice we swerved and dived, crests upon troughs
We collide with as the morning breeze stopped the rise.

My magnetism is with cost, sparing no part in its use,
For to collide with molecules of distaste is superior
For we like the roads of the day and night as the way
To reach a goal of fineness, the same finesse has been seen.