Quite Happy

I was quite happy here,
I would go demented after nerves
Have split, like cells and molecules.
My life is like liquid gold,
The golden rules of high heaven
Make a sentence look dumb.
The icy wastes of society are looking
At me, for the sight of people is proud.
My happiness results in pain,
When people have gone demented.
Gold is about to turn into silver,
Silver must be a plate of parades.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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