Phone - Poem by Naveed Akram
Care must be taken on talking when and why,
Careful people talk best on the phone and lie.
Cared are the individuals who laugh and cry,
Over the phone where the words do defy.
Keep the infinite wisdom on the talking-machine,
Your wishes I strive to keep as blown over the phone.
The quarrels I love become and come from up above,
And the arguments believe as more than just love.
Copy the opposites and distract him or her never,
Display the words in a strong, strong manner.
Fading from the stick of joy is going to carry an argument,
But certain players are constantly in love with cost.
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