The Ordinary Land Poem by Naveed Akram
The Ordinary Land
I’ve lingered in the vicinity
To be a tall and ordinary farmer.
As the fashion has exerted,
My opinion is an assumption, a proof.
The land has grown inwardly,
Creating jobs for the breakfast.
There’s no hurry with breaking
The doors and windows once fed.
I entered the room with the farmers,
They were idle and ringing and alert;
This unfriendliness was fiction,
Throwing pleasure and wands.
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