Bandits on the Walk

The defeated bandits read their inscription
On the grave, on the board of travel and occurrence,
They are tasked to find out the meaning of scriptures,
Searching survivors and their barricades,
The tracks carry little but the selected pathways.
As they proceed on their quest the grave has responded,
New and surprising actions are dealt to the dead.

Neighbours are hazards, forming me and my crew
That want traps and borders to be defeated.
A phantom concerns me and my crew
As the plain has appeared to be so futile.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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