Lately Poem by Naveed Akram

Lately



A mammoth is late for the prize,
Lazy, light and peering into deeds,
For the age created us with its tusks,
And the tusks would disintegrate.
A maniacal honour laboured for the times
Of the senses we ingest like the unspeakable.

A horrible deed staggers us like goats,
Goats and soldiers find us in the wind
Installing the dread,
As the dread shall not disappear.
Form a prize with honour,
This same size of honour is implied.

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Naveed Akram

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