Going To The Same Poem by Naveed Akram

Going to the same building is a start,
My consultation is coming to be smart;
Never do actions speak to be so clear,
As when the words of the tongue are dear.
My built-in objectives are so sad and mad,
Like a pulling truck of the otherworldly lad.
It is sadistic in approach to call me a mouse,
For my squealing is far too much in the house.
Can we spray paint on the subjects of walls?
The walls are the heavenly pillars of the halls.
My event is an event of philosophy and speed,
It composes the transmission of a single deed.
The spending of coins is like the height of gold,
Silver is not gold, gold is not great, and you are bold.