Alphabets bestow wisdom on a clean man, <br />The air of flowing nature is an air of letters; <br />My baby rides the moon and returns safely, <br />The button functions loosely, and finitely. <br /> <br />This carrot I gnaw stains the chair I sit on, <br />My language unbuttons, races are on; <br />Let us be prison and laughter, like the merriest class <br />Of people, the real people of the carpet. <br /> <br />This is my butterfly, my life and rights, <br />This believes in the drug of brilliance <br />That encages us with stupid ways, and the men <br />Define their characteristics after the day.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learning-the-alphabet/
