I looked grave, so great was the graveness, <br />In surprise, behind me were great cracks; <br />With an old man crying and lying, seeing, <br />It was his washing day, the day of labour. <br /> <br />In an answering whisper, the old man <br />Swore he prayed for me about the very day <br />I called a man so stupid that blindness <br />Arrived too tiring, travelling much. <br /> <br />This old man in front of me was screened <br />By sudden light, magical events, and ruin; <br />Red ruin and blue destruction appeared <br />To the surrounding atmosphere. <br /> <br />On a slab stood a stupid creature, <br />The dead old man shook after death <br />As this stupidity and imposter, <br />The real graveness materialised.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stupid-man/
