Stupid Vocation Poem by Naveed Akram

I dwell in stupid occupations,
Forfeit the business due to bad taste,
A fear enters finding your opulence,
Must I feed on stupid acts longer?
Narrow is the sparrow's lunge,
Its wings curved by winds and its
Mitochondria, all is police for it.

I weigh the problems of my heart
With the lust of the swinging bride,
Who swings on a park ride, like
A soldier from war, praised by success
And welcomed by Paradise, she is blessed
Like a virgin, she is fed with divinity,
And the taste of the odour is concerning
A difficult pleasure of stranger quality.

This I revolve in my hands with stupidity,
Feeling the wedding with my ring,
For she is married to my head and heart
Liking the construction, destruction and role.