The Shepherd's Tower Poem by Naveed Akram

This is the shepherd's tower, reviving the idea of crystals,
Imitating the valley of the sea, the land of the oceans;
My sugar is salt, clay is a form of food for the feelings of
Fish, that fluttered inside the whole world, its volume being late.
This intelligent mind will miss me, weather fiercely cursed us
While the winds of the region muttered in minute matters.

We wandered before time, around the hills of the lake,
Turning one of the late-comers to the reality of a day and night.
To turn is to burn, to sternly build a boat can mean some trouble,
Must the meadows still be at sea when boats and ships are cattle?
The fish and the whales believe in friendship with the sides
Of joy and shapes that adorn a lake, so deeper than sense.

My singing is here like the drinking here, like the hills of boats,
Waves coming to face a new chapter, so forming from memory.
To be original I fix the agreements before agreeing is about,
Must we observe the ocean with obsolete methods like a man
Who mindlessly subdues others of other faces and planes?
The singer is a noise of the oceans and moon, the cascading.