Irreverent Conversations

Irreverent conversations connect to these people,
Their value of talking itself is never phenomenal.
Understand me when I speak, the posture also,
May two hearts mix to the exclusion of others.
My heart beats finally in time with music,
Loathing this strange melody can cause abbreviations.
Converse so strangely and connect,
My paint is flung on the wall;
Butchers are set forth, finally butchering their calves
And the meat arrives for the blessings.
Posture for a bird is immensely important
Before it dies, and the beauty inside this ritual
Is enormous and gigantic and fat.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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