The Ode To Reading Books Poem by Naveed Akram

That will best be read by the best is certain,
That which hurt me will be the constant blessing,
One of us shall dry the one’s choice today,
Let only me now.

Tennis defines my work now like me just now,
Reading and that hurts to the real senses
Works forcing my little pen so longer,
I do say the one.

Tight and mucky is the pen sincere right now,
Reading as our mightiness better just read,
This is joy from work of the sudden and cute,
I then say something.