Tiny Humans - Poem by Naveed Akram
Humans and tiny creatures are into the earth,
Later they picture me interested in what they survey
With eyes soldered together with iron and haste.
I accept the secure lairs, of this surpassing land,
Interesting trade has been sipped by traders who smirk.
Humane calls are addressed by soldiers of folklore.
Creating and recreating laughter of the folklore
Discourages growth of the economy,
This boost of the century is against all odds.
My humanoids are all theatre-goers of the flesh,
Comely dancers evade them without shutting up
Their mouths so disinterested by the cacophony.
Then my friend resided in the sipping drinks,
With mouth of pursed lips touching spirits
Of the day and night, in wonderful revolution.
I am recreating the existing members of society,
To be familiar in their claim to gatherings so wonderful,
That folklore decides to mingle with the frost.
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