Works Of Nature
A nab was naked, carrying a malady
Wasting my time once my damaged brain saw
The differences of a wet day and night,
The feeling of purification bled tonight,
Once my station became my stage.
This looks like my complexion,
In the way of words and deeds,
Cast in the shadows of ambiguity,
And their words warred forever with foes
Bending in the valleys of winds.
When one strolled in them the winds chased,
As the flight of the birds surrounded,
As these works of Nature fought like golden delight
And ruinous riches, the same way of the works of man.
Their abdomens were their abdomens.
Jobs of the never-land rescued us finally,
Skilled in war and the heavy factory,
That machine is not knitting our way,
That door is not closed to the majority
In quite a way to speak for long.
poem by Naveed Akram
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