With Sleepless Eyes Poem by Naveed Akram

I have thought with sleepless eyes,
I have born the proud device of millennia;
These tiny, tiny fights entail the justice,
As injustice bespeaks and quakes the ground
With everlasting sound and noise of the return.
My fortune endangers me with its force,
Towards the harbour I sail and salute those
With forces too smaller a force,
So that sense encrypts a warning
Delving and wrenching, soothingly praying
For another warning to renew
And another being to rejoice in.

My thoughts destroy a pyramid of gold,
The gold gathers from the fountains of joy,
With sleepy eyes I rest my time to see,
And to see in this darkness is to be dreamy
Like the winds and breezes of the mind.
One mind is like two of the queer kind,
Two is enough and the wisdom of centuries
Enters the looking man.