A Dispute Poem by Naveed Akram

A dispute controls an explosion,
They built them on the line of writing;
Just why do hundreds debate and abandon?
The living of right is worth reporting.

A dispute managed the experiment,
Hitting and replaying like silver and gold;
My replying worsened, I was diligent
And angry that life became old.

The maddening went on and on, like fire
Blazing in souls, futures did burn,
I didn’t burn or catch fire or admire
This innocent help that made me learn.


Upper class strengths conceal their all ness,
And tall ness may acquire anatomy of riches,
This contained wealth to adore with abruptness,
Your feelings are hidden in adages.