Crying Aloud

To cry is like disaster and diamond-digging,
I do find this risking one’s life and abolishing.
To cry is to disobey, misbehave and too clammy,
It is like danger and dark, distress and debris.

I wish a loud noise in the ear and head,
To wake me from tears, to eat bread.
I hope that birds can sing and dance
To keep away the dreams of danger and romance.

What is more? Laughter or dereliction of duty?
Ask the Lord the question of beauty.
Ask him the reason for my tears
After I bawl when I am in arrears.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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