Construction Poem by Naveed Akram
Construction
The building thinks on its own,
I am a constructive man
About to work on a livid plain
Under the stars, following ways.
I run away from the battle,
As battles matter to some,
It must be strange, always good
To find a man running away
And fooling the crowd of people
Wanting efforts,
Weeds are too corrosive,
Wednesday is under the stars
Of the sky that matters.
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