Amateurism - Poem by Naveed Akram
The amateurism of aluminium crazily fights
In those days, then overwhelming are the payments.
My album scares me like the elixir of youth and old age,
Feeling like a man is working fears.
The feeling of men considers the right religion,
In this atrium sits electromagnetism, egoism and an ecosystem.
Dogmas spread into the eardrum, finding hurt,
Like the economy of electricity.
To be dumb makes me laugh
And to see dukedom shows policies of space.
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