The Perfect Book - Poem by Naveed Akram
I found it irresistible for the perfect book,
In the way it found itself, not I.
The rigid attention brings me forward,
For they encompass futures and proposals
For the dire circumstances of all.
Luring them into arts is the best meagre thought,
For they spend and you hit the button
For one automatic thought after another.
I see his eagerness, when arrested
By policies of the pathetic variety.
My dears are involved with the guys who whisper
Into the hearts of men who listen and understand.
Luring them into the dire straits
They have been approved.
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