Changing Child Poem by Naveed Akram

The change surprised solemnly,
Honestly the next neck knighted us;
For interest was childish in the humour,
Changes astounded, feelings aroused
Us all.

The change, this change exerted me;
Death had pictures, dead people dined
Where the table munched and crawled
Compactly, like a wall of the head.

To play a keen role, to keep a selling woe,
We roll right, wells are stolen with darkness,
Why do we write the nights with lust
On the shoulders?
Completely the body is shy.