My Kind Look Poem by Naveed Akram

My look is my ability at the task ahead,
It appears to be new and twisted for this.
Open the doors to brevity and forsake this
Road for the better roads and alleys.
Pictures of a murdered man are displayed by
The heights of genius so diabolical in nature.
Their look is a fright upon the populace,
Despair is a parent of the beloved ones,
Desperate are the accusations of the accusers.
My ability to look can feature the worst enemy,
It is the charismatic deed so trustworthy.
My frowning on the young-at-heart is to abhor,
Maybe their look is an appearance of the highest kind.