Little People - Poem by Naveed Akram
Not many people are little,
Noticed and betrayed are some who are little;
Warm weather arouses our suspicion,
Chiming creates disorder as the little arrive.
The position of the night is for them,
The real door to the day is for those who are little.
A great multitude of persons will be astonished
Violently and knowingly, like the opposition,
And the children.
The night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering
Round and round,
Like the little children of the night
And then children of the day rest more than people.
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