One Eye

I open my eyes to the other side,
Lowering the jaws, guilty of crime;
Offerings are made regularly,
Forcing the life into a stupor.
Loathing must be looking,
Meaningful rhythms are produced.
Little thoughts are many men,
Losing the points of knowledge.
Open this door or entrance,
The stance you take is a hand
And an arm, with one eye.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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