We Talk Poem by Naveed Akram

We Talk



Now we talk in ways of order,
It must be sometimes the good of being,
Or the rights of a human,
Yet now the disease has spread.

Forget us when we stay at last,
To see us I have a solution
That I am accustomed to,
Feeding the crystals of glass
With light and darkness.

Looking at me, the faces of light
Smack my teeth, feeling awkward
I grasp the grass fully, sitting is standing
As I warn others not to see me.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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