In the Wind

Up in the wind of a country too bland
I speak an Earth, too wondrous a land.
I am in the sky so forward, so backward
With the winds of the countrymen angered.
I fly for the nights we dodge, the very scales
Of award that rendered us the ability of tales.
I abjure your sentences too filthy
And so fond of gods that are healthy.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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