Senseless Prison
It is senseless prison in the night,
Optional and asinine collection of oneself.
Once mindless manacles, the same trap for me.
I find the irrational act an act of hypocrisy,
Fettered like me in the same way, in the same trap.
The soothsayers bring change I think,
They want to know and never impede,
The diviner shall concoct the remedy for this accusation.
My shackles are asinine, assorted thoughts throughout,
Why do the augurs of the city not specialise in me
And my thoughts, the sombre action of civilised nature?
This is a dark cage, one of the hated, drab prisons
I see dolefully and mean to extinguish from my heart.
The dreary heart, the heart that is confident
Shall be rescued, if my manacles are stolen from me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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