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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Community Of Food

The community is harder than ice, and rising storms,
Singing is allowed, for the very rich and famous;
A religion bursts in front of the years so precious,
Balloons pop, poor circus, poor circus, popping is along.
Festival is a feast, sovereignty is the right, so poor muse
Be offended by smacking lunch, and so big dinner.

The community estimates a just circle, a just judge,
For philosophy runs a park of grass and roses, lies
Spring forth, the phones burst, as television surrounds.
A religion has begotten a child of worth so oblong,
His hands are perfect, his face concerns me, as if the door
Opened fully, too happy is fruit and foolish pudding.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: food,festival
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