To Be In The Extreme Poem by Naveed Akram

To be a thought there must be work,
Only work endangers those with thinking.
Open fire on the enemy with whistling noise,
Suddenly we clear the sight and interact.
To be this thought is to be a whistling,
We stagger with disbelief, we stunt our deed.
The thoughts have been at our skulls,
Often the surgeons dissect a brain
To help with nationalities, but the brain
Does twitch rapidly when danger is near.
Nearby, a rocket is dispersed to instate calm
In other respects, on ramps a bomb has exploded.

To be a thought we consider the peaceful lessons
Of the heart, of the fascination as it encases the soul.
Peace is martyrdom to some, while some are pious enough
To let saints be no mischief,
No saint is possible in the extreme!

Thoughts will have to wake the souls that beleaguer
The citizens of the state, religious priests engage
In prayers and preaching due to the heat of the plague.
We need to help the heads and hearts,
Their roles embody the soul of happy retreat.