Anything is more special than this,
by Naveed Akram
My evenings combine and form belief.
A mountain sends quakes into the horizon,
We watch and listen for the spectacle to end.
Finishing is one idea, completing can be an action,
Of this secret weather, the sliding action.
A mountain is this volcano, a crater is of doom,
Making us gone in a day and night, the stupid dress.
Seas have angered us in the past, but what mighty volcano!
We need no anguish and no hurt from the beast of rocks,
So if you can compare this suspense, what are you?