Dress And Drive

Dress one day and drive the next,
Jostling among crowds is a trumpet;
Blow through the people of doubt,
Keeping brass instruments.

The cockroach rides with blessings,
And you conquer it with the plague;
Dress in a certain manner of the praise,
Keeping crowds with certain pride.

My cruelty becomes speech, angrily erupting
From side benches, and tables
With the garments of difference,
They work like the infinite measures.

One says the blessing from one heart
And then another one shall bleed
From a waken joy, of the right color,
And the succulent taste.

Two men and two women are in love,
Making the sight a blast,
And the hearing a pleasure,
For the righteous ones win again.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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