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Friday, April 3, 2015

Telling Rights

The telling of this right steady body
Could dance in the crazy moonlight.
Wells of velvety muddy water were to sprout
And dance in the waters of the night.
A small telling right was bestowed on us,
To stop at nothing through muddy waters.
He brought the marriages of the night
To a standstill with a saxophone blurting outside.
The trumpet of the last call was not so
Butchering as that brass instrument of the light.
Many married under the sights of a man or
Other man who wore woes too splendidly.
I remember the righteous men in silk stockings
Who marched in the nice night, the righteous wait.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse,rights
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