Upsetting Sun - Poem by Naveed Akram
I feel the upsetting sun on my hands,
Felt like a monument to be acting,
Like the black death or white stupor,
This motion of the planets never stopped.
I feel the uplifting sun and stars,
Grace has shaken the poor one,
Kicking and pulling the stray dogs
You find with decided winds of the night.
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