Alone At A Club Poem by Naveed Akram

Alone at a club, I dined and stemmed
From the soil to know her and the dreams;
She clung sometimes to the throws and thorns,
Addressing her was a plain mystery of sanity.

The chief theatrical show emerged from the look
Of the place.
It was a new neighbourhood, newly vanishing,
With delights of dread, and shorter paths of sight.

The club seemed a new number of distinguished guardians,
Ending the careful loss seemed high and sound
With enthusiasm, losing touch with real manners
Of flesh and soul, beauty and audacity.