To Be With Provisions
To be furnished with provisions,
Avert theft so as to be certain and measuring,
I clasp you by the hand and deny
The apparatus of your legend.
To think is to sow the seeds of water
And earth, like the enemy without you.
I carry a slave loading your luxury,
Feeling some sort of anxiety about work.
He is not a thief of the stars, nor one
Of the hundreds who remark on talents.
poem by Naveed Akram
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