Irritation Of Gestures Poem by Naveed Akram

A gesture of irritation came out of gesturing,
My broken voice was a malady for the downcast;
Pointing to the other voice we heartedly sought
A fictional promise so like the Alexandria
In Egypt, its library of great ancient nature.
We felt a pencil on the wall so like eagles
Wanting to be fed, internal intelligence masters us.
Sensible memory is the real undertaker,
Its a funeral in life that exerts and intellectually
Keeps all.

A just war prolongs the mad men,
Their sentences belong to beauty,
A statue has been demolished,
A station of importance resides in the mind.