Party-Lad - Poem by Naveed Akram
You are perceptive, so sensitive to light,
That it endangers your being and makes calamity.
Exciting and smelling of jeopardy,
The night will be seen as dancing of two nights.
The blackout lasted so bright with aromas and festivity,
Aware were the hungry hundred diners,
In the night so perceptive, and sensuous with food.
I have eaten on nights that climb light,
Yet eyes suddenly vanish from the scene.
Be on the days, be on the nights,
Like an endangered man of gate-crashing.
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