I saw what vanished from under the nose <br />Of feathers that crawl beneath the soul of roses; <br />Nothing reminds me of the days ahead, <br />On this stage I commit my jokes and laughter <br />To fuse with the concepts of disgust, worry and deceit. <br />I have seen the Unseen with bold eyes, <br />Internal eyes shall stare at the venomous words, <br />Deeds are internal like the succumbed ones. <br /> <br />I saw that the phantoms of disgust beheld our activities, <br />Broad and skinny, the ghouls of the past passed into <br />A joke of some sort, and a joke is only too simple <br />When ghosts are afoot with existences and joys <br />Of the late art, of the late art, of the late artists.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanished-12/
