When Do I See Him? Poem by Naveed Akram

When I see the prudence of the prophet
I can see the sight according to oneness.
In this emergency of lights fading into reality,
My position smiles, it leaves like the lead in a pencil.

Where is the beauty of life if living is beautiful?
My positional play creates majesty, as it registers
Folds of space-time, creating the created world,
Like the beaming light in the history of our times.

When my spies occur on this Front Line,
I see a lie to be sentence, like the lighting
Of a lamp, or the forgetting of a cure,
While my life expands like the universe.

The sensible man is a liar to his children,
And a bred sportsman for his wife,
Little men and small women cause us to
Hasten in their treks towards human suffering.