Body Of Bone - Poem by Naveed Akram
The body of bone was a book,
Fragile fortress of strenuous work,
Books were of bone singing in the snow.
The month’s monument stood looking at us,
Years subsided to react with some work,
Grandfather wished his own destiny.
At this altitude we sink and swim,
Seas kept jobs to sink and swim,
Faster than the worlds of the women and men.
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