Softened Voice Poem by Naveed Akram

After a softening of the voice,
And a trace of a smile that roamed,
One man smiled and replied like
A reptile of the lagoon, a dreaded interior
Of the souls outside in the forests.

The common room too was foreign,
A prospect for the illegalities seemed critical
When parties stopped ignition
From the bath of notes and joiners of faith.
This reptile had sleep for the hallway of this reptile.

Towards a door, floor and archway one door was
Flight and right, the right of the flight,
For escape seemed destructive for the illegalities,
Right away, in a district
So perspectives matched.

The door has opened with nearby cities
So swollen with inflammatory organs
And tissues of the hard elements.