You are my friend, staler than the rest
So more than you, but nevertheless rich.
I see the rotting comrades of the years
As they reply to the sins of their fathers.
Scraping the legs of the dragged apes,
My friend sees a vision of some nightmarish
Brilliance, of some crippled esteem.
The bridge causes us to make a certain friend
Over the friendship I have gained.
Hindering the colonels and generals
Is my life disorder, forcing the wit of geniuses,
Forming from a real meaningful dialogue
Reacting to us all over.

Naveed Akram

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