Criminal Lights

The street lights open, you’re among the first to enlighten the night,
Ready for the beliefs of glowing nature at the office, a night of soundness;
I press the video button in vain, carrying messages with me now somewhere else,
Dressing for the never-ever land this summer, finding the birthday a chore.
From a bread loaf I munch on leaves that matter, the dough is rising
From the bakery of polite tasks, both our mouths are salivating.
A street of glass-makers wash the streets, like lights of beauty
And criminal delights.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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