After Bread - Poem by Naveed Akram
I see the thoughts thanking me after the toasts of bread,
I think on some of the seas that see after the toasts of bread.
I want to be a buoy of utter strength in this heart of mine,
You strike the seas with some utter buoyancy after the toasts of bread.
This idea speaks to eyes of the heart and noise collects forever,
For this time an echo is heard like the bureaucracy after the toasts of bread.
Boxes enter the philosophy of ghosts in gestures of kindness,
I see the ghosts of hives and all their celibacy after the toasts of bread.
My acts are striking at me hard with their hammering command,
My names number the whole galaxy when bouncy after the toasts of bread.
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