The Sort Of Action - Poem by Naveed Akram
The action befitting me decapitates me
In the understanding of tomorrow, a castration
Of the brain, and all its ideals housed in it.
The captivation catches your breath
With minute breaths, the real Caribbean.
My cavalryman rides and gallops towards the East
In a sort of whimper, and all its understanding
Is of men, the dejections surround it,
Derelictions are after it, futility is the puzzle,
Destruction becomes its consciousness,
Depreciation is the main complaint.
The duplication of deeds surrounds us all,
Always your show is on the road.
After the destination has been reached a work
Handles the sphere of worlds and the wildish
Escape causes one to err and shine like darkness.
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