Immunised Poem by Naveed Akram

The toads I have heard on this wintry sun,
Making their pains go and so goodheartedly grin.
My word shall outgrip their intercourse with fruits,
An embayment preoccupies their indented souls.
My spherical friends no longer lend their might
To the toads of the sea and earth,
Immunised by bad weather, for they know
What is sealing the zealots of bravery.
Thus the staying power of mottoes cries
As if triers mark the execution spots.