The Family

There is a happy sleep where you descend,
Into the property of your family, like them.
Your guardians are of the seasons,
Changing like machinery, like the computer.
Synopses are written of the partnerships,
The very way a doll is dressed by a girl.
The reasons for living are greater than normal,
For who are you to readdress this vital condition
Called the Family.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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