On The Boulevard

On the boulevard
Evening shakes
He sat behind the mirror
Loathing the bread winning
That some attained.
On the city streets we stand
And loiter for possibilities
To converse with, and surrounding
Me is an equation of sound
Too incomplete.
The morning arises for the more,
Seasons are considered by the wise.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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