Me And Wine - Poem by Naveed Akram
I want my tea as much as wine,
Happy farm of fascination;
These liqueurs converge as liquids
Scorning the very rituals so blessed by some.
They exasperate me as far as heaven,
Yielding rapid results, gainful memories
So helpful to convergence, the reality.
Illicit markets never sell too many liqueurs,
Incurable illnesses diverge filling the glasses.
A silhouette of a man tends to be interesting
Like the goal of civilisation.
Tea and coffee are not the wines in cups
That taste, and blend into more liquid.
The happy farm we concentrate upon
Is the happiest one by far.
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