In My Pocket Poem by Naveed Akram
In My Pocket
A pocket of pepper
Entices me after.
Potatoes mightily
Oppose the minor ones
Who are people of us.
Then printing is made for
The bewitched, bewildered.
May prison happen some,
Most of us learn of days,
The rest of the days mask
Themselves afterwards then.
Around the skeletons
We prize our rituals.
This shower attends rain
From a thousand places.
A pocket replaces me.
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