One Forgets Poem by Naveed Akram

One Forgets



One forgets people who disappear only twice,
Underneath the visage is a hidden fault
To be masked for all eternity;
Like the offices of the state that ponder on the crowds
Outside.
One fulfils the only life that conceptually abolishes
Fierce acts of destruction, those cats of worth.
We are the faces of the crowd,
Faults are within the spasms of this turban.
We forget the crown on their head,
Opening a finding atmosphere,
Seeing within the zone of musical instruments.

One forgets the people who defy a lie,
Only liars commit misdeeds of spying,
Little oboes of the daily cast,
Opening the gateways to oblivion.

One sees an idea from the picture on the page,
Little crowds of ducklings, people of the children,
Are clauses for the legal bodies,
Like the aroma of kitchens and sizes so exact.
The cooking is going to be eternal,
Since food is needed even in heaven.

I want the food of the population,
Eating all the ideals forcibly
Like a lieutenant of the armed forces,
Like solidity and flakiness
So pure and plain and so simple.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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