Power Of Folly

Folly's first power is violence of the swift air,
That air laughs at the that cloud so mashed into potato,
Then taste appeals to us from time to time,
Blending into our hearts so wide and gaping and deep.
Do not be mean to my heart that hurts forever,
My considered ideas of hurt and heaven fail.
This plant in the wild attaches itself
To the flowers of the past, a test has been passed.
Why does folly seem like flowers in the mist?
Due to us, the evening roses bloom towards heaven.
Do not be stubborn, do not die forever after the grave,
Evenings are sound as hiring a grave to sit in,
For death mixes with us tonight with circles of gain.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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