I Am Feathered

I thought one day the feathers of mine had collapsed,
The innocent wings which fly for me, the innocent wings.
These flap due to surges in the wind, and to the tail
Worth my action, worthy of fruit and sugar.
The thinkers all night think to pick the sweets up,
Their thoughts answer the questions set in heaven.
The righteous work continues with the wings,
Flies and birds wander to and fro like waves of the sea.

poem by Naveed Akram
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