The Train Made Me Play - Poem by Naveed Akram
As the train pulled straight out,
I left my home for the destination
I liked to call my home on this planet.
The world shivered, quaked and bit
At the back of my body, forcing me open
And gasping at my lungs to see more heavenly
Ache, the very opposite happened to me.
As the cars were shifting their gears on the street,
I lived a short time with delivery,
The reality adored a fixation of purity,
Those pure people praised my sins
As far as sedentary workers,
They were the profiteers, and marketing
Committee of the decade I dedicated to
All my experimenting and play.
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