Through The Tunnels
The tunnels look at you,
by Naveed Akram
Entering their pathways matters
To the district so enclosed.
My small river of mercy overflows,
Meddling with the yesterdays
And the tests of this exhilaration.
My separated one argues, fusses and fights
For hurtling stories
That are plagues,
That are matters,
That beam on the listeners with
The tunnels are aghast at
The sound of osmosis,
The struggle within,
And the perspiring of inhuman bodies
Lingering in the slime and cake,
Muds of various lakes
Seem to accost you from without.
A tunnel speeds up travel when
Ignorance has a sign to sell,
Unhappiness has set in,
Happiness was a tunnelling process
With layers of difficulty.