On The Boulevard - Poem by Naveed Akram
On the boulevard
He sat behind the mirror
Loathing the bread winning
That some attained.
On the city streets we stand
And loiter for possibilities
To converse with, and surrounding
Me is an equation of sound
The morning arises for the more,
Seasons are considered by the wise.
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