My Sight

My sight bulldozes my month, warm meaning,
Yet surprising and anger making, alarming;
The summer is a bully and event of nature,
The sight is forced in front of my eyes like glamour.
Coffee is drunk, breakfast has suited the tummy,
But why on Earth do single cups fit abdominally?
The brother is loud in love over my bread,
Mistress of the house, the sister, is dead.
Why in this world does the family scratch a coin
On the car as if honour is much to join?
My sight is appalling and awful for the joy of cars -
My car binds with the house like a unit of bazaars.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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