Profuse Understanding Poem by Naveed Akram

Profuse understanding was at least a gesture
Or colour, the speaker was broad-shouldered
And had lizard hand with painting and colour.
Was a chameleon or a comedian, the man on stage?
Rest the tip of the name on a beverage,
Wrists were appalled and liking the pits of venom.
It was stage and laughter all the way,
My colour shared different tinges,
Textures of the clothes skilled me.
Come to the city of where you are,
Let the acting be speaking and more,
Likewise do not speak utter truth!