Learning The Alphabet

Alphabets bestow wisdom on a clean man,
The air of flowing nature is an air of letters;
My baby rides the moon and returns safely,
The button functions loosely, and finitely.

This carrot I gnaw stains the chair I sit on,
My language unbuttons, races are on;
Let us be prison and laughter, like the merriest class
Of people, the real people of the carpet.

This is my butterfly, my life and rights,
This believes in the drug of brilliance
That encages us with stupid ways, and the men
Define their characteristics after the day.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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