Smoke And Fire Poem by Naveed Akram

Smoke lifted its head along the boundary,
Past experience was of the fiery hell or jest.
This fire of the night ignited from youth,
A place for fire was a place for joyous quiet.
Then the talents of a day were spending on lunch,
Opening the festivals of a honesty so sent to us.
The food of the hole was ploughed in the world,
Gadgetry was a simple weapon on the fireplace.

And then a joyous spread of fat entered the weapon,
Kicking and picking with flames of yellow and gold;
This fire of the world was an expensive joke
Sent to authorities and restaurants in the eerie atmosphere.