Man With A Lapel

I saw a lapel on his begrimed shirt,
With all the decent colours, indication
That he wanted to scrutinize me when I watched.

Hearts are made for electrical cities,
With every body, with every one in command,
And underneath is a lagoon of sewage and bodies.

Who is that ‘man’ or should I say ‘ghost’?
That man needs affection, not a wrong stare and glare,
He is not my body or coat, he is conspirator and host.

I saw label on his top-shirt, I recall,
And I never want to see him again.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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