Party Mind Poem by Naveed Akram

This day is a day of spirits,
My brother
Sees a bird-like blessing
As
A ball rumbles in flight and delight.

My sister
Is making a cake,
The rest of the day is like old ground
Fought by the police and poultry.
We must see the outcome of our stomachs!

All this dead furniture,
All this makeup and lipstick
Of my mother.
The day and night seem both black,
For inside the heart we complain.

The rain beats like swan's colouring,
Lashes of the face lurch,
Party-members worsen the keeping
Of an exterior castle,
The suffered fed people or crowd.