My Physique

My physique carried monuments of stone,
With pointless arms and legs to work.
The tendency to spoil the life was monumental,
It caused metallic arms to vibrate
And let the arms be virtuous for themselves.
Immortal fibres stayed in the torso
To inflict new wealth and keep great health.
Stone was the body, of appealing nature,
With feet to dance and elevate the occasion.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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