Remembering an Arrow

I put this cipher to my memory
In the hope of elongated archery-
The proof of worth is in the arrow,
A blade may construct as narrow,
It is an arrow of waking worship,
Cinematic performance of a buildup.
The world has listened to my sound,
The sound of an arrowhead beating background.
My age grappled my weight
In overspread charm to evaluate.
The arrowhead is sharper than the quiver,
My lover, my loving friend is going to shiver.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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