I'M Different - Poem by Naveed Akram
You think I'm different, but relative to you
My arrears are similar, and I come through happier.
Here and there, we still have a way to spray the paint
Of our lives, here and there the thinkers abide
To train their whipping fashions,
You think I'm different.
I'm on a spacecraft that is ahead of its life,
To have purpose in objectives so sudden,
Intimate design is an exact command
For the lives that dangerously swiftly move.
We've come through antagonising the rest of respites,
Space is the purpose of our stay.
You're nattering like the expensive dairies,
Probable proximities abide like thin thinkers
Of soil and trouble.
Relative to you, a singing worship is final
In the spaces of the vacuumed men.
One dies forcing the others to live,
Like the middle of ending juice
Inside the meals of our life.
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