A Morbid Man

A man is in his morbid mood in the evening,
His knee accomplishes an arrival from the leg;
Restless and stupid, the leg shoots his weight
Up and over, like a giant in distress,
Mute like a cloth, seducing the people into its lair.
The man’s eyes are distant in aroma,
The roof is paternal for his sight.
Established seduction is from the giant,
It soothes men into deduction, for all this day.
Busy, busier than nobody,
Giants are men of strength like strong snakes.
A superman has flown to the building
And this gigantic structure falls fully
To the school of dreams as of now.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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