Thorns Will Shine Poem by Naveed Akram

Trying to be a dilemma creaks and moans,
Acting towards the goals of a calm night;
The hurt of painters is like the filling of wonders
In circles of destruction.
To be a grave is though a tragedy,
I must twist the bricks this once,
I must turn here not there in the grave.

This disaster has spun around,
Living along the days in their light;
Winning is the axe that is wielded,
Linking light with this steel weapon
Is like the linking overall.

I want this dilemma to end at the road,
Fixing blue and red and green
And fists are ready.

The disaster has begun like reading,
Shade is afoot, thorns will shine.