Stupid Man Poem by Naveed Akram

I looked grave, so great was the graveness,
In surprise, behind me were great cracks;
With an old man crying and lying, seeing,
It was his washing day, the day of labour.

In an answering whisper, the old man
Swore he prayed for me about the very day
I called a man so stupid that blindness
Arrived too tiring, travelling much.

This old man in front of me was screened
By sudden light, magical events, and ruin;
Red ruin and blue destruction appeared
To the surrounding atmosphere.

On a slab stood a stupid creature,
The dead old man shook after death
As this stupidity and imposter,
The real graveness materialised.