Bricks Poem by Naveed Akram

Bricks have succumbed today from fright,
Loathing them shall pray and subdue,
Forming statements of devils and demons,
The killers of their souls are right.

May the bricklayers build houses
And mansions of the readings
And writings of the holiness
That stays and remains with politeness.

This day, we bespeak and beam on the crowd
Looking sideways and observing the material;
The gale winds rush forward with facial
Hurts, and facial works, and facial feelings.

I have bricks in my soul that shudders
From the weight attached to the words
Of this poem that is right like the words
Inside the house we have defined with closeness.