The Thrown Thought - Poem by Naveed Akram
I served a role in the headache of thoughts,
That men of thinking established throughout
With their likable schemes and laws of the pen.
I served a role in the joke of eternity,
Forging lessons of the relatives and relations
With the smiles of our ancestors;
For they reacted to simple virtue
And trained with the eye a conjecture
To uproot the problems that are conspired.
My servants destroy their production,
Relationships mutter a solution
Then we laughed to what happened to me,
For I was now master not servant
With the sentences of opinions that mattered
To the beds of collision,
A work had approached me from behind
As the boulders were thrown in my direction.
They sadly missed, me.
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