My Punishment Poem by Naveed Akram

I am banished from the punishment,
One astonishes me, so much aware;
The dishes of cameras and the trucks
Driven across merry lanes, feel able
To see through the winter and summer.
They finally make works and wishes
To ascertain the buildings in weather.
A line of troublesome work is forced,
Much shall be the soothing and laughing.
Bland and aborted, the paint of relish is open
To be smudged and left to the crows of winter.