Asking For Numbers - Poem by Naveed Akram
My asking is my objective as of this day,
The journey towards the world causes me to suffer;
Let the adjusting be special among the old men,
Wiser help orchestrates a new newspaper.
My certainties are numbered according to lists
I have in my head, the world is another toy;
The good work entails a new religion,
Backwards I work so that the thoughts reside.
The background is special because of numbers,
This scene is a scene of scenery, but unseen;
You are a small hound on this pathway
A hound takes with places, the very hound of danger.
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