Before the Reply

Before I could reply he sprang to his feet,
I was wrapped in a vision of Hell;
Exhausted and bloodied, my springing
And dying corrected the people.
I was a stern and stone figure,
When in my life.
I should have plenty of disputes for this life,
Inside a session of clear light.
Understand this now that you have explored
The right angle, and the right belief.
When he bounced tonight,
The balls also did, for the eternity that is ready.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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